But just because something’s been damaged doesn’t mean it’s ruined.
Every moment, every day, we are all making something – whether it’s science or art, a relationship to a destiny – building it choice by choice, moment by moment.
There is a strength within us that we can’t even comprehend until it’s called upon. We are, at our core, built to survive.
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but you grow accustomed to the weight as you carry it on.
The memory stings – and I hate that, I hate how all the good memories have turned into things that hurt – but I need the pain.
It matters which side we choose. Even if there will never be more light than darkness. Even if there can be no more joy in the galaxy than there is pain. For every action we undertake, for every word we speak, for every life we touch – it matters. I don’t turn toward the light because it means someday I’ll ‘win’ some sort of cosmic game. I turn toward it because it is the light.
And I love you. In any world, any universe.
Believing in something greater than ourselves isn’t crazy. It’s proof we’re sane. Look how vast the galaxy is. Don’t you have to admit we can’t be the greatest power within it?
I realize that this is what being a parent means – facing the most horrible thing that could ever happen to you and yet thinking only of how it will hurt your child.
When we’re in pain, people are too quick to say, Get over it, move on, it’s not that bad. But we don’t get over grief by denying it. We have to feel it. We have to give it its due. Somethings that means doing the exact opposite of “moving on.” We have to dive down to the very depths of our sorrow, relive every terrible moment, and endure the torture of asking what could have been – and what will now be. We have to bleed out before our hearts can start beating again.
Every form of art is another way of seeing the world. Another perspective, another window.
Good intentions aren’t enough. They’re not meaningless, but – that’s where we have to start. Not where we end.
That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but you grow accustomed to the weight as you carry it on.
Mathematical parallels. It’s plausible to hypothesize that these patterns will be reflected in events and people in each dimension. That people who have met in one quantum reality will be likely to meet in another. Certain things that happen will happen over and over, in different ways, but more often than you could explain by chance alone.
Every single world we’ve visited isn’t just random – it’s the result of countless choices, all of them combining to create a new reality. You and I have been given an infinity of chances, and that’s so much more than mot people will ever get – but in the end we get to live in only one world, and that’s the world we make. I want us to create that world together.
Your soul is bigger than your programming.
Where there’s no free will, there’s no sin.
We are this world. Its next generation. If you’re not trying to save us, then what exactly are you trying to save?
Stop measuring yourself against us. It’s not the right scale. You have your own gifts, your own talents. Show the world everything you’re capable of, Marguerite. You don’t even see how amazing you are.
Sometimes I look at you, and I think – if I didn’t know we shared a destiny, if I hadn’t seen the proof for myself, I’d never believe this was real. That you could love me as much as I love you.