I figured I only had about two seconds to live. It’s amazing how many thoughts you can have in two seconds.
Yeah, but what if you went back and killed your own grandfather?”
He stared at me, baffled. “Why the fuck would you do that?
Miraculous is divine.
I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.
Take a closer look at the word “Change”. You never “Changed”, instead, you were ‘Manipulated’ by illusion.
Because it’s all about the journey…
Time has witnessed events even before it’s own birth without energy.
If I say that you are mine, then I am yours.
But I cannot accept a vision of You as an engineer who spends His days maintaining the machine of morality. I cannot take the idea of You as an optimizer, introducing evil into human affairs in an attempt to create the best of all possible worlds. I cannot bear this cold mathematician’s God who sees all the universe as nothing more than an elaborate problem to be solved. Such a world is a world with no meaning, one in which one history is no more or less preferable to any other.
Life is a long travel. The end of the journey is often unpredictable.