Quantum physics (more or less, and poetically interpreted) says that everything is probability until something else collapses it into reality, which, to me, implies that the universe would simply be theoretical were it not for…the existence of the universe. There would be nothing if there weren’t everything. How perfect the world can seem sometimes.
Intelligence is a process, vague and heavily improvised, not a specifically defined trait born with, bought, or bartered. It is a habit of being practiced only through continuous effort; it’s own reward and it’s own punishment. Trust it carefully, apply it indiscriminately.