However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.

Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.

My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.

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?

The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.