Perhaps it is in silence that the real music of the cosmos reveals itself.

The universe just is. It is not a part of any grand design. Nor are we. We are a mere result of random cosmic serendipity. There is no importance or purpose that you and I have in the grand scheme of things. Isn't this truth liberating? I rejoice it every day.

Nothing is impossible in this impossible universe.

The universe doesn't understand morals.

The universe was created as a memorial to honor those who would perish trying to understand it.

The thing we can learn from the extinction of dinosaurs is that a random event in the universe can wipe us out. It does not matter whether we do the right things or not. The universe is neither benevolent nor hostile. It is thoroughly indifferent.

We are fragile tiny beings that are staring at the infinite universe and trying to understand what exactly is the purpose of our lives.

The answer to the mystery of origins has to be encoded somewhere in the fabric of the universe. Before we attempt to decode it, we must first find it.

The universe does not exist because of a need for goodness. Stop fooling yourself.