The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.

Our purpose is to grow up and become love