It Is Far Better To Grasp The

We Live On A Mote Of Dust Suspended In A Sunbeam

A Still More Glorious Dawn Awaits / Not A Sunrise, But A Galaxy-rise / A Morning Filled With 400 Billion Suns / The Rising Of The Milky Way

We Have Begun To Contemplate Our Origins: Starstuff Pondering The Stars; Organized Assemblages Of Ten Billion Billion Billion Atoms Considering The Evolution Of Atoms; Tracing The Long Journey By Which, Here At Least, Consciousness Arose.

If You Are Only Skeptical, Then No New Ideas Make It Through To You.

The Cosmos Is All That Is Or Ever Was Or Ever Will Be.