As A Scientist, I Don't Believe Anything.

In 5 Billion Years, The Expansion Of The Universe Will Have Progressed To The Point Where All Other Galaxies Will Have Receded Beyond Detection. Indeed, They Will Be Receding Faster Than The Speed Of Light, So Detection Will Be Impossible. Future Civilizations Will Discover Science And All Its Laws, And Never Know About Other Galaxies Or The Cosmic Background Radiation. They Will Inevitably Come To The Wrong Conclusion About The Universe......we Live In A Special Time, The Only Time, Where We Can Observationally Verify That We Live In A Special Time.

If We Wish To Draw Philosophical Conclusions About Our Own Existence, Our Significance, And The Significance Of The Universe Itself, Our Conclusions Should Be Based On Empirical Knowledge. A Truly Open Mind Means Forcing Our Imaginations To Conform To The Evidence Of Reality, And Not Vice Versa, Whether Or Not We Like The Implications.

It Really Is The Most Poetic Thing I Know About Physics: You Are All Stardust.

My Area Of Research Is Something That In All Fairness Has No Practical Usability Whatsoever And The Thing Is I'm Often Asked To Apologize For That. It Is Interesting To Me That People Ask 'what's The Point Of Doing That If It's Not Useful?' But They Never Ask That, Or Do They Very Rarely Ask That About Art Or Literature Or Music. Those Things Are Not Gonna Produce A Better Toaster.

If Our Species Is To Survive, Our Future Will Probably Require Outposts Beyond Our Own Planet.