The sun is rising and setting simultaneously and continuously. Day and night is about space, not time....

Birth is fission. Love is fusion. Fusion is a greater explosion than fission....

We come from a black hole arrive with a big bang make fireworks then turn into confetti....

Stars are events from the past. Imaginary lines between stars create constellations. Each constellation is a story we think is real....

When past is passed it is over and under, finished and buried. When past is past it is over and over, lingering over the present....

I am a vertical thread. You are a horizontal thread. We weave in and out, until we disappear and now a fabric is here....

In the darkest moments and beyond the clouds, stars put things into perspective....

When I am me and you are you and I am you and you are me, we are the Everything....

In the box, the puzzle is complete and whole. Outside, scattered pieces, each alone. Then each piece begins its quest to find another that fits best. Until no piece remains alone but the peace of being whole....