We Imagine People As Animals Or Gods.

We Cannot Be Born, And We Cannot Die. Like All Energy, We Can Only Change Shapes And Sizes And Manifestations.

Because There Is No Glory In Illness. There Is No Meaning To It. There Is No Honor In Dying Of.

I Think Forever Is An Incorrect Concept.

She Left Me Enough To Rediscover The Great Perhaps.

It Seems To Me That All The Things We Keep In Sealed Boxes Are Both Alive And Dead Until We Open The Box, That The Unobserved Is Both There And Not.