I think about the cosmic snowball theory. A few million years from now the sun will burn out and lose its gravitational pull. The earth will turn into a giant snowball and be hurled through space. When that happens it won't matter if I get this guy out.
The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely ... Swarms of gnats obscure the sun, the moon, and all the stars except one. That one start falls upon the dreamer.
The whole of the hydrogen on the earth might be transformed at once and the success of the experiment published at large to the universe as a new star.
God knows when the end of time will come, not some fanatic... The world will end someday, but the end of the world and the end of time are two different things.
They say the Universe started with a big bang. I hope everybody stood well back.
First of all, the Big Bang wasn't very big. Second of all, there was no bang. Third, Big Bang Theory doesn't tell you what banged, when it banged, how it banged. It just said it did bang. So the Big Bang theory in some sense is a total misnomer.
I'm not a chauvinist. I'm a universalist. I think that God imploded, like a spiritual big bang, to launch the eight civilizations that make up recorded history and the religions in those civilizations.
The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
There's a starman waiting in the sky, he'd like to come and meet us, but he thinks he'd blow our minds.
What do you mean it wasn't anything? Didn't the earth move or the planets align or something? -Rose to Lissa on sleeping with Aaron
I don't love the world. I think Jupiter should have hit us.
This is the first real evidence that we've seen now of high gravitational field strengths: monstrous things like stars moving at the velocity of light, smashing into each other, and making the geometry of space-time turn into some sort of washing machine.
A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
You know, there was a time, just before I started to study physical science, when astronomers thought that systems such as we have here in the solar system required a rare triple collision of stars.
It's mighty funny. The end of time has just begun.
...and the Universe, ... will explode later for your pleasure.
To reflect upon the event horizon is a great deal more awe-inspiring than a burning bush or a wooden statue that weeps or pees or bleeds.
The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.
Near the point of impact, time acelerates to the speed of light.
A screaming comes across the sky.
..because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling.
There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it.
Our planet consists largely of lumps of fall-out from a star-sized hydrogen bomb. Within our bodies, no less than three million atoms rendered unstable in that event still erupt every minute, releasing a tiny fraction of the energy stored from that fierce fire of long ago.
