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 SAGANTHE 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
