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"If eternal inflation is the correct description of our universe, it will be the artists, philosophers, theologians, novelists and musicians, alongside the physicists, who explore its meaning. What does it mean if the existence of our universe is inevitable? What does it mean if we are not special in any way? What does it mean if our observable universe, with all its myriad galaxies and possibilities, is vanishingly small leaf on an ever-expanding fractal tree of the universe? What does it mean if you are, because you have to be?". I loved every bit of reading this book, including a few pages I got stuck for days, blame it on astrophysics. I fell again in love with this exponentially expanding universe 😍 Wish I could post a copy of this book to those fighting ugly over some piece of land, fences and chickens. After all, aren't we made of up quarks, down quarks and electrons?