I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.

And I realized a wondrous truth: that knowledge could be our treasure, that there were things humankind knew that we did not, that our conquest need not comprise taking and killing, but could consist of our mutual conquest of ignorance and distrust.

The world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.