People say that love is rare. I am not so sure. What is rare is something even more desirable. Understanding. There is no point in being loved if you are not understood. They are simply loving an idea of you they have in their mind. They are in love with love. They are in love with their loving. To be understood. And not only that, but to be

mathematical purity is everywhere. We are inside it. Nothing is random. Not life, not death. Not even randomness.

All reading, in short, is telepathy and all reading is time travel. It connects us to everyone and everywhere and every time and every imagined dream.

‘There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness…’

You are not here to be perfect. None of us are. You are here to live. So let me go…’

A wormhole is a connection between two places in the spacetime fabric.

There are patterns everywhere.

are you familiar with the concept of “dissipation-driven adaptation”?’

The scent of a flower was no longer just a scent to me. It was a whole language, an advertisement of life.