Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.
Every scent is the sun's scent.
When following God, Zero we never find.
Death swallows death.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.