The best kisses in the world take place at night, in the ocean, with two naked bodies coiled around one another, only the stars to keep them company. - Hugh Howey

I know it is fiction to imagine, but what would happen if we stood on the rubble of attacks against us, whether literal or figurative, physical or emotional, personal or political, and we chose to forgive rather than escalate? What does that world look like? Maybe we’ll never know. But I like to pretend.

The world out there was the way it was no matter how much doubt or hope or hate a person breathed into it.

He could imagine how nice it would be to not understand. To see one's microcosm as the macrocosm. To focus a meter beyond one's own nose.