I am, like you, travelling along a road of absolute uncertainty and chaos. The only truth is that one day, we will all reach the end.

Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.

The one who runs from his shadows sleeps with the devil at night.

God's strength is rooted in being faithful to his true Self, in just Being good. The Devil's strength depends on synergies, agreements, cooperation and beliefs.

She thought he might have said her name, but it was background radiation accompanying the hum in her ears and the symphony in her head___ song of quantum mechanics and trajectory calculations and astroscience physics and where to go, where to go, where to_

Because we were the good guys. We were in the right. The universe looks out for people who act with honor in furtherance of an honorable cause. It must, or we never would have gotten this far as a species.___e won__his little conflict and a thousand like it__ecause we were destined to win. The universe will allow no other outcome.