Online communities are an expression of loneliness.
Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.
Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have.
I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.