I wonder if the cosmos would exist if the mind was not here to think it into being? Science and physiology really are two of the most poetic things mankind has ever mused over. The Greek translation for the word cosmos means both beauty and order, meaning that both are thought to exist within our universe. The lightning streaks that fan out from the pupils look like a miniature diagram of the big bang, perhaps the universe exploded into existence inside of the mind and left colorful scars in our eyes.