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

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.

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

My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.

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

It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.

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?