The universe would look to a two-dimensional creature who spend its life moving on the service of what turned out to be a globe， it could travel for millions of years and would always return to its starting point， it would never be conscious of what was above it or beneath it.
Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
