The flash would prove that proton decay really happens. The flash would mean that the matter of the proton - the solid stuff - had turned into the energy of the flash (E-mc2). Totally. Nothing left behind. No ash. No smoke. No smell. Nada. One moment it's there, the next moment - pffft - gone. What would it mean? Only this: Nothing lasts. Nothing. Because everything that exists is made of protons.

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

Every name is real. That's the nature of names.

I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

Love is big. Love makes room for conflicting feelings.