The universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter between friends, a job well done, the smell of fresh baked bread. Beauty is everywhere.
The universe is illusion merely, not one speck of it real, and we are not only its victims, falling always into or smashed by a planet slung by the sun-but also its captives, bound by the mineral-made ropes of our senses.
The universe is haphazard, morally neutral, and unimaginably violent.
The universe is full of noise. True wisdom is in knowing what to pay attention to.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
The universe is full of fuel.
The universe is full of dead people who lived by assumption.
The universe is filled with the evidence of God's greatness. In awesome wonder we can consider the worlds He has made.
The universe is expanding, and every second that you're alive, the universe is bigger than it was a second before. There's nothing in front of us, exactly, other than the future, and there's no space for the size, the density of the universe to go. Because it's expanding at every point simultaneously.
The universe is energy, energy that responds to our expectations.
The universe is energy that responds to expectations.
The universe is endless. Enlightenment is endless. You have only touched the outer periphery of the endless still center of perfect being.
The universe is eight billion years old, the last two billion of which have produced intelligent life. During this time not one hour of absolute equity has prevailed.
The universe is dynamic. When we are creative, we are the most alive and in touch with it.
The universe is deterministic all right, just like Newton said, I mean it's trying to be, but the only thing going wrong is people fancying people who aren't supposed to be in that part of the plan.
The universe is continually at its work of restructuring itself at a higher, more complex, more elegant level. The novelty, the new, more complex order, doesn't emerge from the present in a steady stream, nor at all places at the same rate. It comes, as all things do, in rhythmic waves; there will always be times and places of scarcity and stagnation and retrogression. Still, the long-term direction is clear. The intention of the universe is evolution.
The universe is conspiring in every moment to bring me happiness and peace.
The universe is conspiring at this moment to bring you happiness and peace.