You’re better looking than me. You’re more intelligent than me. Your personality is more likable than mine. You make more money than me. Your family is nicer than mine. Your religion is better than mine. You’ve seen more beaches than me. You’ve been to more cities than me. Your automobile is nicer than mine. Your significant other is better looking than mine. Your candidate won. Your home team won. You’re number one. But life is a tie. We all die.

We're alive now. If none of this is real, there's hope we'll live forever. If this is reality, I can't complain.

...just because someone is a loner, it doesn't mean they’re alone. And just because someone is alone, it doesn't mean they’re lonely.

Sure, people can make you happy, but no one can stop you from being happy.

Subconsciously, we all want to be nebula... In the end, we’re all connected. We’re all going to become one cloud of light whether you like it or not. We’re all made of the same star dust.

I must have seen the separation coming for weeks, but simply chose not to acknowledge it. However, there was no indifference. Just pure, fraught alienation. My idea is to live virtually unafraid. We're never told of forces equally unabashed. It's a concoction for thrills, sure, but it's also a formula for heartbreak. The kind of heartbreak that congeals around the flesh; slows a person down to the freezing point, and cheats them of the most significant civilities left in this world.