Evidence of a friendly universe: books. Ones that are well-written, at least.
It must take a long time to write a book, especially one that is factually accurate, if non-fiction, or transportative if fiction. And what does an author get for all that work? Most books. I understand, are not lucrative endeavors. And yet, for centuries, writer after writer has sat down and spent months, if not years, writing down their thoughts and knowledge for others to read, learn from and enjoy. It strikes me as an act of extreme generosity. Maybe there can be ego and grandiosity in the effort too, and hopes to acquire prestige, but maybe those books of non-generous intent end up being boring books. Maybe generosity is a pre-requisite to writing a compelling book or is the primary differentiator between excellent and mediocre books–or friends?
At any rate, books, libraries, even book stores, in my life, have represented places of comfort, enjoyment and knowledge, maybe more than any other “place” or shop.
I can be more specific perhaps. The book I’m reading now that suggests a friendly universe is “The Other Side of Normal: How Biology is providing the clues to unlock the secrets of normal and abnormal behavior” by Jordan Smoller.
There we have it. Friendly universe.
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