A work of art is an echo chamber which repeats what people say about it.
Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.
My father was a patriarch inside a matriarchy, but never knew it.
Every life has a love story, even though the beloved may be imaginary, or a cat.
Fears and lies intensify consciousness.
Change is upsetting. Repetition is tedious. Three cheers for variation!