“Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delusion did not take away the aching of the heart.”

“Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.”

“I ache to cry... ache so much, it takes my breath away.”

“We depend on each other to lift ourselves up. Suffering is craving is fear is delusion clinging to selfhood, clinging to objects, clinging to the trivia that we think makes us happy. Clinging to superficialities. Clinging to the covering that separates us from each other. Strip off all that delusion, and we take a step forward toward each other and a step toward enlightenment.”

“If not just the brain but the quirks that made the individual were composed of recycled matter only, it was hard to be sure where the edges of one such being ended and another person began.”

“Many roads to take some to joy some to heart ache”