In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.

Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

One foot in front of the other. Repeat as often as necessary to finish.

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.