There are patterns everywhere.

If you go far enough down, everything is connected.

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

‘And ten billion of those stars are like our sun, and two billion have exoplanets on which the conditions for life are pretty much like ours. Two billion.’

‘Well, basically, it explains how life is inevitable. You see, traditionally people believed life was a general impossibility and Earth was the exception to the rule. Humans were flukes. The Second Law of Thermodynamics said disorder increases in any system.’

‘And ten billion of those stars are like our sun, and two billion have exoplanets on which the conditions for life are pretty much like ours. Two billion.’

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

It was doubly irrational, as one of the blessings of Ibiza, and presumably this adjacent islet too, was that there were no fearsome or deadly animals. No poisonous plants. No native snakes. God had made it a sanctuary of peace. A protected place.

After so many years of feeling unnecessary to the universe, I felt truly needed. And it’s nice to be needed. It really is.