"If you want to avoid the pain, you should believe in God. Whether you believe in God or not, he is always with you.

 

What is the definition of God? If you mean the creator of the world, it’s not me. If you mean an omnipotent ruler of the world, it’s not me.

 

OK, let's see... I guess that I'm confused again. Am I here, or am I there? I don't know. Over there, I'm everywhere. I know that. But here is connected to over there. Is that right? But then, where is the real me after all is said and done. Oh! There is no real me. I guess that's it. I only exist inside those people aware of my existence. But what about this me that I can hear talking right here and now? It's me, isn't it?

 

(Static appears in transmission) This me that's talking. Who is it? Who's me? (Transmission is cut off)

 

 

The body exists only to verify one's own existence.

 

 

I dont need to stay in a place like this.

 

 

No matter where you go, everybody's connected.

 

 

There was no reason for me to stay in the real world any longer. In the real world, it didn't matter if I was there or not. When I realized that, I was no longer afraid of losing my body.

 

People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that's why there were all kinds of mes. There weren't a lot of mes per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that's all."

 

*

 

"I wonder when it was that I realized talking with God was merely talking to my own self"

 

*

 

Olhos, 

Complexos e expressivos. 

Queimam

 

Ao fechá-los é como se encerrássemos a vida dentro aprisionando uma centelha. 

 

O fogo proveniente dessa centelha marca tudo ao redor em memórias maleáveis como sombras.

 

Não conseguimos ocultar muita coisa dos que ousam fitá-los. 

 

Não hesito afirmar que os fechamos por cansaço.

Para iluminar o interior e constatar o que ainda vive ali. 

 

Daí nasce o sonho: 

De sombras que dançam projetadas e moldadas pela luz inquieta das chamas.

 

Esse fogo, que lambe incessantemente tudo que toca, tende a tornar-se insuportável como o sol do meio-dia. 

 

Deve ser por isso que apressam-se a fechar os olhos dos cadáveres.

 

*

 

"There's a loneliness that's part of living as a human being, that you can never get rid of. If, no matter how much people seek or hurt each other, they can never find full understanding with one another, then what are they supposed to believe in, you know? "

 

*

 

"He was neither happy nor sad, he was just... tired."

 

*

 

"There was no rhyme nor reason as to why he fell in love. He merely felt that she was his destined person. The boy believed that he should protect this girl no matter what. However, it was not long before the boy lost her. Now grown up, he continues to search for his lost girl as he aimlessly  drifts across the galaxy. 

 

...There, maybe a story like this'll do.