And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.

We’re going to die and not even know. We’ll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we won’t any longer be witnesses to it. We won’t have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. We’ll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!

I know Christianity; and I know I have to move away from it and approach Jesus Christ on my own. I have to talk to Him directly and seek His guidance and protection as I seek to make my commitment to Him central to my life.

Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we'll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.

The one thing you share with every mortal is death.