Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.

Everything is imprinted for ever with what it once was.

The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body.

This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since time began. Of time before time, she says little, and in a language that no one has yet understood. Through time, her secret codes have gradually been broken. Her mud and lava is a message from the past. Of time to come, she says much, but who listens?

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy.

I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other. The probability of seperate worlds meeting is very small. The lure is immense. We send starships. We fall in love