Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner. - Douglas Adams

If the Universe came to an end every time there was some uncertainty about what had happened in it, it would never have got beyond the first picosecond. And many of course don’t. It’s like a human body, you see. A few cuts and bruises here and there don’t hurt it. Not even major surgery if it’s done properly. Paradoxes are just the scar tissue. Time and space heal themselves up around them and people simply remember a version of events which makes as much sense as they require it to make.

Beauty doesn't have to be about anything. What's a vase about? What's a sunset or a flower about? What, for that matter, is Mozart's Twenty-third Piano Concerto about?

"On the wall was a Duran Duran poster on which someone had scrawled in fat red felt tip, "Take this down please."
Beneath that another hand had scrawled, "No."
Beneath that again the first hand had written, ""I insist that you take it down."
Beneath that the second hand had written, "Won't!"
Beneath that - "You're fired."
Beneath that - "Good!"
And there the matter appeared to have rested.