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“Love doesn't solely consist of books, films, and music and sharing the same past. It consists of the present and the future. It consists of the understanding that you want to grow and prosper together. That you don't solely look at each other but also look in the same direction. We faced different directions, and it's no use to stick to that. We would waste away our time. We only live once. We're obliged to fill our time how we honestly, sincerely, want it to be. My darling, sometimes love isn't enough. Ours we have lost in a time in which both of us kept moving without looking at each other. You will always be a part of me, and I will remain a part of you. You were a good chapter, but never more than that.”

“I have to write. I have to write and re-write myself in all that's hidden within me. The unspoken heart is the place I need to travel to, to rediscover the language that I had lost. I felt and hoped myself empty in dreams that never belonged to me. So how can I be with myself? My heart struggled itself out of my body, lying shattered in pieces all over the places I've never been to and won't ever be, while my head is the only thing remaining, dethinking itself in all that hadn't been and won't ever be.”

“When I think back to the first time we met, it feels like a dream," you said, only a few days later. And thus you voiced what came true only a few months later. It had been a dream. [...] "Even then, you have sealed our preterite," I said. "Why do you say something like this," you asked me. "Because we never had the chance to share the present.”

“the last words have been spoken hanging over my head – the sword of Damocles since the beginning of time I will keep on weeping over thoughts and over you wandering about all of my rooms your absence is all around me and the silence is more frightening then any sound has been before too much is truth in those words: that wonders are falsehood and the days are gone, never to return”

“Real love,” said the old carpenter to the young lady, “is a cock-and-bull story, told by an idiot.” “But why,” she answered, “are you talking in those harsh, black-woven words? You need to believe that one day you will see the light. Maybe this nightmare you've pierced inside your head is only a dream.”

“I swam in the open seas and a faceless man counted the time that nevermore belongs to me. Do you feel the same? Do you dream of a time that bears another name? You drew me in your own image and I wrote your name all over my heart – fiery lights are all I see behind my eyes.”

“I feel as though dispossessed from the semblances of some crystalline reality to which I’d grown accustomed, and to some degree, had engaged in as a participant, but to which I had, nevertheless, grown inexplicably irrelevant. But the elements of this phenomenon are now quickly dissolving from memory and being replaced by reverse-engineered Random Access actualizations of junk code/DNA consciousness, the retro-coded catalysts of rogue cellular activity. The steel meshing titters musically and in its song, I hear a forgotten tale of the Interstitial gaps that form pinpoint vortexes at which fibers (quanta, as it were) of Reason come to a standstill, like light on the edge of a Singularity. The gaps, along their ridges, seasonally infected by the incidental wildfires in the collective unconscious substrata. Heat flanks passageways down the Interstices. Wildfires cluster—spread down the base trunk Axon in a definitive roar: hitting branches, flaring out to Dendrites to give rise to this release of the very chemical seeds through which sentience is begotten. Float about the ether, gliding a gentle current, before skimming down, to a skip over the surface of a sea of deep black with glimmering waves. And then, come to a stop, still inanimate and naked before any trespass into the Field, with all its layers that serve to veil. Plunge downward into the trenches. Swim backwards, upstream, and down through these spiraling jets of bubbles. Plummet past the threshold to trace the living history of shadows back to their source virus. And acquire this sense that the viruses as a sample, all of the outlying populations withstanding: they have their own sense of self-importance, too. Their own religion. And they mine their hosts barren with the utilitarian wherewithal that can only be expected of beings with self-preservationist motives.”

“Dancing is my passion. Dancing means dreaming with your feet. The poetry of your body. What I cannot express with words I express with my body. I move to the music, let it flow through my limbs. Form the notes within me. Make them visible. Become one with the music. I become an instrument. I become music. I am music. I am entirely in the moment. I live and breathe and swirl in a circle, flow in gentle movements with the harmonies, fly through the skies. I am all mine, all my own. I am free.”

“Once again, my colleague Stephen Hawking has upset the apple cart. The event horizon surrounding a black hole was once though to be an imaginary sphere. But recent theories indicate that it may actually be physical, maybe even a sphere of fire. But I don't trust any of these calculations until we have a full-blown string theory calculation, since Einstein's theory by itself is incomplete.”

“Surfing is sensual. It's a real-time engagement with the forces of nature, which happen to be echoes of the past (which after all, is all a wave really is). Briefly we defy gravity and ride the energy of storms from elsewhere. We are intensely alone as we do it and yet completely swallowed by something larger that enforces a sense of perspective and connectedness to the natural world. It's an experience we yearn to repeat so we go searching for it again and again and we spend years sitting in the water waiting for these radiating lines to come in across the event horizon.”

“How many black holes have we been up close and personal with?" Kosta countered. "All sorts of odd things happen near the event horizon, from huge tidal forces to variations in time. Personally, I'm voting on it having to do with gravity, either a polarization of the fields themselves or else something related to the time differential." I didn't know physics had become a democracy," Hanan murmered.”