Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
We're electrical items and when we die the electricity goes somewhere else. When we die our energy goes into the galaxy.
There's a bigger universe at hand.
You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.
The universe began as an enormous breath being held. I am glad that it did... until this great exhalation is finished, my thoughts live on.
The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.
Everything is dead while it lives.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.
If you take a galaxy and try to make it bigger, it becomes a cluster of galaxies, not a galaxy. If you try to make it smaller than that, it seems to blow itself apart.