That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love - that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false.

I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.

how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.

Your only shame is to have shame.

Libraries are the pride of the city.