All Discussion Of The Ultimate

The Plain Fact Is That There Are No Conclusions. If We Must State A Conclusion, It Would Be That Many Of The Former Conclusions Of The Nineteenth-century Science On Philosophical Questions Are Once Again In The Melting-pot.

In This Model, The Sun Is A Very Tiny Speck Of Dust Indeed-a Speck Less Than A Three-thousandth Of An Inch In Diameter ... Think Of The Sun As Something Less Than A Speck Of Dust In A Vast City, Of The Earth As Less Than A Millionth Part Of Such A Speck Of Dust, And We Have Perhaps As Vivid A Picture As The Mind Can Really Grasp Of The Relation Of Our Home In Space To The Rest Of The Universe.

The Universe Can Best Be Pictured As Consisting Of Pure Thought, The Thought Of What For Want Of A Better Word We Must Describe As A Mathematical Thinker.

The Motion Of The Stars Over Our Heads Is As Much An Illusion As That Of The Cows, Trees And Churches That Flash Past The Windows Of Our Train.

The Really Happy Person Is The One Who Can Enjoy The Scenery, Even When They Have To Take A Detour.[make The Best Of What Is Necessary...if You Can't Have What You Love, Love What You Have...as There Are Lovable Or At Least Positive Aspects In Everything, Because Anything Could Be Worse]