It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters. - Dan Simmons

The place was part museum, part library, and part archive; I loved it at first sight...and smell, for here there were thousands of printed books, many very old indeed, and nothing smells quite as wonderful as old books.

My own guess is that it’s a myth fueled by the same hunger for superstitious verities that drives other religions.

The universe is indifferent to our fates. This was the crushing burden that the character took with him as he struggled through the surf toward survival or extinction. The universe just does not give a shit.