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

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

Did I become court composer through masterful procrastination? Hardly!

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.