I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity. ↗
I mean, I love being with friends and I love kissing and loving someone to pieces. But it's hard to find someone who doesn't ultimately start judging you and your choices. ↗
If the means were available, we could trace our ancestry - yours and mine - back to the first blob of life-like material that came into being on the planet. ↗