The realm of quanta is how I have intrinsically approached and viewed reality since I was born.

It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.

Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.

Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

The true poem rests between the words.

I am in prayer. I am one hand, this Universe the other.