Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again

Nocturnal with a love for night, I'd stay up to see sunlight...

_, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.

If you don't take care of this the most magnificent machine that you will ever be given...where are you going to live?

Ethically, she couldn't cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious.

And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it - although I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand. What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.