When we love, we are courageous; and courage has nothing to do with being fearless, it's about being willing to experience fear, even dread, to do what we must, without guarantee of outcome.

Essentially 'Flight' is just an adventure of multiple realities.

What appears to us solid is ultimately both a particle and a wavelength, and on that realm everything behaves as both a particle and a wave.

The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.

Everything solid was first an idea.

Any time a body goes outside the environmental conditions for which it developed it has to acclimate.

Sometime is that appointment, the final one to meet. Let's color all with love, for Time is naught but fleet.