I Don't Think You Can

I Feel Like Crying, So I Must Be Crying, But It's Impossible To Tell Because I'm Underwater.

Truth Resists Simplicity.

My Regret Was Immediate And Permanent And Useless.

I Believe The Universe Wants To Be Noticed. I Think The Universe Is Inprobably Biased Toward The Consciousness, That It Rewards Intelligence In Part Because The Universe Enjoys Its Elegance Being Observed. And Who Am I, Living In The Middle Of History, To Tell The Universe That It-or My Observation Of It-is Temporary?

People Always Get Used To Beauty Though.