A Sound Waiting To Be A Word.

The Key Is To Never Recognize These Imbalances. To Not Let The Dauntingness Daunt Us.

Do I Really Have To Find A Word For It? Can't It Just Be What It Is?

Love Weaves Itself From Hundreds Of Threads.

Two Infinities: The One That Stretches To The Beginning But Never Touches-when You Halve And Halve And Halve, Infinitely-and Then The One That Spreads Out Into The Endless, Endless Future, The Endless, Endless, Distance.the Set Of Infinities That Is Itself Infinite.

We Just Want To Walk. Our Legs Need To Move To Keep Our Minds From Collapsing.