The Humans

There are no new ingredients in the universe, and humans – however they may look – are made of roughly the same things we are.

Life, especially human life, was an act of defiance. It was never meant to be, and yet it existed in an incredible number of places across a near-infinite amount of solar systems.

That was part of being human, I discovered. It was about knowing which lies to tell, and when to tell them. To love someone is to lie to them.

anarchy.

You can’t find happiness looking for the meaning of life. Meaning is only the third most important thing. It comes after loving and being.

She had stuff to give, but it was ungiven; it was locked away.

‘Clair de Lune’ by Debussy.

Walt Whitman was right about at least one thing. You will contradict yourself. You are large. You contain multitudes. 39. No one is ever completely

was the eyes, on Earth, that mattered. You saw the person, and the life inside them, if you saw the eyes.