James Blunt/The Universe

I've spent the last several hours in my underwear, reading NYTimes articles about the cosmos, the big bang, string theory, relativity, and quantum physics. I came to conclude that... it's all very romantic.

Light bends around the sun, the universe could be made of elegantly vibrating strings, and something can be everything at once. Theories that explain things in principle don't make any sense in reality, or maybe there are an infinite number of parallel realities, "cosmic dice throws," meaning our own universe is devoid of meaning as another straw in a haystack in which God had no choice but to create.

Or I might have been listening to too much "Goodbye My Lover."

1 quote I want to remember:

"We have found a strange footprint on the shores of the unknown. We have devised profound theories, one after another, to account for its origins. At last, we have succeeded in reconstructing the creature that made the footprint. And lo! It is our own."

-Arthur Eddington, British astronomer who first observed light bending around the sun.