God is alone between two Bing Bang periods.

I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where the echoes trail off almost forever the horizon.

The eternal spacecreates the temporary spacesand anti-spacesfor zero.

Sometimes, the word and the quietness are like the hole and the star.

There is the fullness of our love, whereGod is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.

There are, in fact,a cognitive itchand a divination using the human formwhile being alive,when life is not alive in its own senseexcept for the eternity.

If the truth was equal to the lie, and our love was equal to our hatred, we would become absolutely nil persons.

You can understand my inner reactionsmore clearly than me because you can see me as a whole.

I’m more than this kinesthetic intelligence of us trapped in this great chain of being that belongs to all of us.

Accepting the nonexistence of being,when the absence of existence means the negation of being.