For us ambitious galactic travelers, exploration of other galaxies in person will forever be a dream.

When you reflect on the miracle of existence, you start appreciating the monumental beauty of the universe. And if the universe is indeed the absolute being, then we are its eyes through which it sees its own magnificent beauty.

The infinite encyclopedias of the universe forever await inquisitive readers.

We may be alone but will always have the company of a countless number of things and concepts to explore and understand.

The overwhelming beauty of the cosmos can change a man permanently and can humble the most hardened of us men, making us stare in sheer awe.

Does that mean that we are momentary and inconsequential beings in an endless, timeless, and indifferent cosmos?

We must honour the universe that is, was and will be. Let's name our daughters Gravity and our sons Carbon.

I guess a state of dreamless sleep is what the universe must be experiencing all the time. It exists, but it does not know.

The atoms in my body do not have consciousness. My lungs do not have a heart. My heart does not have a pair of legs. If my constituents are so vastly different from me, then how can we perceive to understand the universe as a whole by studying stars and galaxies?