The only kind of universe that I can even begin to conceive is an inconceivable one.

we are finite, in that we are a product and source of the infinite.

If nature has taught us anything it is that the impossible is probable

To want to tackle everything rationally is irrational.

There is desire in the perfect, beauty in the imperfect.
Thus I lust over the flawless,
and fall amorously forceless to the flawed.

We think to dance, and dance in thought. But to hibernate in the mind, is to bring upon us an apocalypse of the Soul.