Love, I'm pretty sure, is light.

I want you to know, if you ever read this, there was a time when I would rather have had you by my side than any one of these words; I would rather have had you by my side than all the blue in the world.

But now you are talking as if love were a consolation. Simone Weil warned otherwise. 'Love is not consolation,' she wrote. 'It is light.'

All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

Love the rule. It's something we've used for years in Junior Olympics volleyball.

The universe is so unique and perfect that it could not have originated by chance but was divined by flawless, creative design.