You are more than flesh and blood. You’re more than firing neurons and chemical reactions. You’re more than another carbon fixture on the middle shelf of a mile long cabinet.
There’s something deep inside you that breathes without air; it comforts without touching, it loves without asking. It’s that miniscule spark, somewhere in the depths of it all, that caught my eye. It’s you that drew me in.
So when reach the last and you’ve molted the fragile thinness of life that you called “yourself” all these years, it’s not your lips I will miss. It’s not your hands, nor is it your voice I will miss. I will not miss what you thought you were, because you will live on.
You are that delicate whisper that my ears never heard, that my eyes never saw, that my skin never touched. You will live on within that same spark in me, and a part of me will be lost in you forever.
“‘I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless; it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say ‘I’m bored.’”—Louis CK.
“He says, you have to study and learn so that you can make up your own mind about history and everything else but you can’t make up an empty mind. Stock your mind, stock your mind. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”—Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes
“When a Russian cosmonaut returned from space and reported that he had not found God, C.S. Lewis responded that this was like Hamlet going into the attic of his castle looking for Shakespeare. If there is a God, he wouldn’t be another object in the universe that could be put in a lab and analyzed with empirical methods.”—Timothy Keller, The Reason for God, p. 126