#6Every given secondcould really matter and theminutes of which these secondsmake up can seemquite dramatic.But in realityor at least actuality,the vast majority meanabsolutely nothing at all. Waves hit the shoreforever and a daylonger than anyonecan really enjoy —but the fleeting hoursand disappearing days.Slippery weeks,translucent months,years made up of nothing at allbut air, and breathingin and out.Fortunately,the intertwined moments can beabsolutely glorious.
#5Love isn't a songor a story, with asad-then-happy plotthat moves along inpredictable conflicts andclimaxes. It's a long novel set indeep Alaska abouttwo people smiling brightly as theyslowly freeze to deathfeeling warmth spread softlythrough theirintertwined handswith a sci-fi twistwhere they're occasionally teleportedto fantastical, glorious paradises, with nothing more to do thenenjoy each other in every way,every minute — but eventually,inevitably,they find themselvesback where they began,only to start the cycle again,with love in their eyes.