For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.

It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.

All inquires carry with them some element of risk. There is no guarantee that the universe will conform to our predispositions.

Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.

The universe is a pretty big place. If it's just us, seems like an awful waste of space.