Universe

A wormhole is a connection between two places in the spacetime fabric.

There are patterns everywhere.

We should see ourselves as aliens, Maurice, because to the rest of the universe that is who we are.

If you go far enough down, everything is connected.

What feels impossible now won’t always be. But don’t think of the bad times as unrelated to the good. The dark is how we see the light. We need the contrast. We don’t see all the stars in the day, do we?

‘Just like how Goldilocks liked her porridge. And two billion planets in the Goldilocks zone is a lot. It would, rationally, be far harder to believe we are the only one in two billion and it…’

‘And ten billion of those stars are like our sun, and two billion have exoplanets on which the conditions for life are pretty much like ours. Two billion.’

All of it connects. Everything is part of this whole. This beautiful fabric. Heaven isn’t somewhere else. Nor is everyone we have lost. We are tied to them.

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”