I know nothing. I have, however, numerous suspicions.
Doubt exhibits exponential growth.
Just because you cannot win does not mean you should not play.
If there is no possibility of death, there is certainly no life.
Life is imperfection continually striving for perfection.
When no mystery remains, the story ends, does it not?
The faithful man knows the parachute doesn’t work and jumps anyhow.
Love means trusting another not to scorn the deepest recesses of one’s soul. Love is trust; it is spiritual and perhaps intellectual, but not limerent.
There is not a place I would not go once.