Sadness Is No More Than A Bit

Such Is The Cost Of Immortality. No Person Is Whole. No Person Is Free. Over Time, Some Have Determined That The Only Way To Live Is To Die. In Death, A Man Or A Woman Is Free Of The Weight Of The Past [and The Future].

Suppose Time Is A Circle, Bending Back On Itself. The World Repeats Itself, Precisely, Endlessly.

Oh, Love Is Very Much A Physical Thing.... I Realize That It's Very Complicated, And I'm Sure It Can't Be Traced To Individual Neurons And Hormones, But I Think It's Very Much A Physiological Sensation That Takes Place In The Brain.

Each Time Is True, But The Truths Are Not The Same.

With Infinite Life Comes An Infinite List Of Relatives. Grandparents Never Die, Nor Do Great Grandparents, Great-aunts…and So On, Back Through The Generations, All Alive And Offering Advice. Sons Never Escape From The Shadows Of Their Fathers. Nor Do Daughters Of Their Mothers. No One Ever Comes Into His Own…such Is The Cost Of Immortality. No Person Is Whole. No Person Is Free.