words, rationality, luck and love
words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.
we are primarily the products of thinking that happens below the level of awareness.
luck is a curious companion, it comes to those who believe they hold it, and is an elusive servant to those who doubt they possess it.
i am in love with you, and i am not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. i am in love with you, and i know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we are all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and i know the sun will swallow the only earth we will ever have, and i am in love with you.
we are primarily the products of thinking that happens below the level of awareness.
luck is a curious companion, it comes to those who believe they hold it, and is an elusive servant to those who doubt they possess it.
i am in love with you, and i am not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. i am in love with you, and i know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we are all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and i know the sun will swallow the only earth we will ever have, and i am in love with you.
