I thought it would not hurt to remind you that love is a powerful force in this world, invisible though it seems.

Yet the world is the same as it always was. It is merely that you see it with new eyes.

Sometimes we become what we see. Sometimes we take what we see and make it the model for what we refuse to become.

For the world slows and the stars falter, and all that remains is you.

I thought it would not hurt to remind you that love is a powerful force in this world, invisible though it seems.

If there is no god, what is left but science? What is left to endow us with any grace? You can tell me the chemical makeup of my skin and my brain, but how can you explain away my soul? And if there is no god to watch over me, chastise me, grieve for me, rejoice for me, make me fear, and make me wonder, what am I but a collection of metals and liquids with nothing to celebrate about my daily living?

And might I live long enough to see the world yet again as a place completely different, through eyes that see another truth not yet revealed?