I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who I am, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?
John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via penumbr0us)
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