“Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply the yard-stick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science to our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years.” IfsYearsWholeUniverseSeaBirthSolitudeAll ThingsLonelyOriginalsDistanceSticksSeparationProportionYardsDestinedParticles Author:Ian Caldwell
“Hope...which is whispered from PAndora's box only after all the other plauges and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is onl time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.” LastsSorrowAll ThingsBoxesOblivionNudgePandoraPandora's Box Author:Ian Caldwell
