The understanding of the universe is equivalent to running a marathon. By the time humanity reaches extinction, we would have not even crossed the first few meters.

The museum of the universe has no tour guides.

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

The theme song of the universe plays forever in the background. Some of us hear it.

The song of the universe needs no words to make sense.

The universe isn’t probably bothered, for it knows that we were created from natural elements and will dissolve back into them. We are just a temporary inconvenience for it.

How can an arrangement of carbon molecules try to figure out the universe as a whole?

There are no ghosts on the land, but the sky is full of them.

The most abundant things in the cosmos are emptiness, darkness, and silence. Ironically, none of us wants those things in our lives.