True Love Stories Never Have Endings.

You Don't Tell The Quality Of A Master By The Size Of His Crowds.

When You Dream, All The Scenery, Characters, Events, Perils, And Outcomes Are Built From Your Own Consciousness, The Darks And Oppressions As Well As The Delights. Same With The World Awake, Though It Takes You Longer To Build It.

Of Course I'm A Fake. We're All Fakes On This Whole World, Pretending To Be Something We're Not. We Are Not Just Bodies Walking Around, Not Just Atoms, Molecules. We Are Unkillable, Undestroyable Ideas Of The Is, No Matter How Much We Believe Otherwise.

In The Path Of Our Happiness Shall We Find The Learning For Which We Have Chosen This Lifetime.

A Soulmate Is Someone Who Has Locks That Fit Our Keys, And Keys To Fit Our Locks.