Love is like music...its combinations are so infinite yet a lifetime cannot exhaust its possibilities.

What if love and reality are big things, so big that we can only ever see a tiny bit and we think we’re seeing the whole thing, but the whole thing is so vast that there is no way from our small place in the universe to see it all? What about that? From this perspective of vastness, it may just be that we probably know next to nothing. And, we create cultural constructs of our knowledge and try and make the whole vast infinite universe fit in our tiny little boxes.

Infinite possibilities are waiting for you to notice them.

Cinematography is infinite in its possibilities... much more so than music or language.

Everything actual must also first have been possible, before having actual existence.

She had no idea what the future would hold for any of them, beyond possibilities as infinite as the stars.

And really, that was enough.