Making plans for the future is of use only to people who are capable of living completely in the present.
When you take a lovely bottle of black ink and throw it as hard as you can at a white wall and smash it, all of it goes floosh, like this, you know? And in the center it’s dense. But on the out fringes it has all kinds of interesting curlicues. And that’s all, you see, one splash. Now, in the same way, we are at the moment—sitting in this room, and talking and thinking—we are all the little curlicues out on the end of the original cosmic bang. We are it.