This is the universe. Big, isn't it?
As soon as you make your wish, your inner mechanisms begin amplifying and transmitting. The universe is vibrating with that wish and making it stronger.
We want something desperately and we try to force the universe to give it up before it is ready. We want everything now. That is the devouring self.
Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
Philosophy is written in the vast book which stands open before our eyes, I mean the universe; but it cannot be read until we have learnt the language and become familiar with the characters in which it is written.