...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say ‘Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard.

Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding

Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest angel of all, the horror beyond all horrors, sits at last upon my chest, permanently enfolding me in its great covering wings, black as ink, veined in Bees' purple. A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.