Man - life in general - seems irrelevant to the workings of the universe: a mere smudge of water, grease, and carbon on a pinpoint planet circling a star of no special consequence.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There's life all over this universe, but the only life in the solar system is on earth, and in the whole universe we are the only men.
Life exists throughout the cosmos and is a consequence of matter in the universe.
Life exists in the universe only because the carbon atom possesses certain exceptional properties.
We will create life from inanimate compounds, and we will find life in space. But the life that should more immediately interest us lies between these extremes, in the middle range we all inhabit between our genes and our stars.
On a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise.
We're going to understand that there is life on other bodies in the solar system.
It is only of life on Earth, however, that one can speak with any certainty. It seems to me that all life on Earth, the sum total of life upon the Earth, has purpose.
I am absolutely certain that life can exist in outer space, move around, find a new aqueous environment.
Life is a process. We are a process. The universe is a process.
Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.