#universe

where does creativity come from? Creativity comes from the Universe itself. “There is music and poetry in the Universe itself — surely we hear it on planet earth.” And Creativity comes from our joys and sorrows, our deep-hearted experiences. It also comes “from and in the heart of God. All our spiritual traditions the world over agree that creativity follows through the human heart and that it flows from the Divine Heart.” Creativity is seen as a spiritual, inwardly-driven activity, directly influenced by a Higher Power, or God. That is the ultimate in inspiration for me: to know I have “permission” to be creative and to be a creator too. ↗

— Matthew Fox

#creativity #inspirational #life #music #poetry

Order is manifestly maintained in the universe... governed by the sovereign will of God. ↗

— James Prescott Joule

#governed #maintained #manifestly #order #sovereign

Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities. ↗

— Harry Emerson Fosdick

#endowment #every #his #human #human life

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe. ↗

— Peter De Vries

#like #locked #locked up #safe #universe

The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#biggest #perhaps #place #universe

We know from science that nothing in the universe exists as an isolated or independent entity. ↗

— Margaret J. Wheatley

#exists #independent #isolated #know #nothing

The path up is the path down. The way forward is the way back. The universe inside is outside but the universe outside is inside. ↗

— Robert Anton Wilson

#down #forward #inside #outside #path

I soon became convinced... that all the theorizing would be empty brain exercise and therefore a waste of time unless one first ascertained what the population of the universe really consists of. ↗

— Fritz Zwicky

#became #brain #consists #convinced #empty

Cold comradeship do stars provide. They light the closer, inner side Of night's vast weight, which, chill and clear, Pulls on us like some puppeteer. Its unseen threads to heads and hearts Attached, it acts us through our parts, From birth's first cry to bent old age, Upon our distant, tiny stage. ↗

— McKenzie Bodkin

#stars #universe #age

One likes to think one grows as a writer as one ages, else all you get is an "old" young writer. Beyond that is the changing landscape of the universe and the stories I choose to tell. ↗

— Raymond E. Feist

#beyond #changing #choose #else #get