One forgets that one is one. I must try to remember this.

Physics depends on a universe infinitely centred on an equals sign.

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.