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The plight of souls in parallel, is that while they never drift apart, they can never come together.

Divinity suffers no proxy.

Essays in a teacup of one hundred and forty leaves.

I really try to be unbiased in everything. I think there are too few people who are, are you?

The worst thing you can do for a friend, is let them go.

I don’t believe in disposable people.

Life’s happiest moments bear no price.

Unbiased, we can but try, but can we succeed, that is the question, indeed. Bias is natural, suppressing it is hard.

Friends care, in the present tense.

Absence makes our memories seem stronger, would that it made our dreams longer.