When the solution is simple, God is answering.
Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.
It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better... while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.
Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.
I took a speed-reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.
I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown.
His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.
How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.