The very beginning

Here's a link to a great article on the implications of the Big Bang on philosophy.

Joy, love and light

This poem moves me to tears. It speaks of the emptiness of a world without God. Of course, that has nothing to do with the actual question of whether God is true or not, but still.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night

From Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

I believe there is joy, love and light.