The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligation but being able to love. To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

I return to problems i can't solve, not because i am an idiot, but because the real problems can't be solved. The universe is expanding. The more we see, the more we discover there is to see. Always a new beginning, a different end.

I am not tempted by God but I love his trappings.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.