December 2011
“The Universe is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.
Our contemplations of the cosmos stir us.
There’s a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation as if a distant memory of falling from a great height.
We know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff.” —Carl Sagan (via ulakulpa)
Our contemplations of the cosmos stir us.
There’s a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation as if a distant memory of falling from a great height.
We know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff.” —Carl Sagan (via ulakulpa)
