Preface

Long Live Life

I'd always reasoned that no matter how far you traced it back; eventually you had to admit that things don't always have answers. No matter how far science explains the origin of the world, it always ends up at "But before that, we don't know" or "Then, something came out of nothing." I don't consider myself unreasonable. I just don't buy it.

I'm not so sure if everything does have a beginning and an end. Maybe sometimes, you just have to accept that something existed long before you thought of it, and will exist long after you're gone. You have to go on blind faith and simply say you believe it. Not because none of the other options make sense, but because that's what you genuinely want to believe.

One lifetime may not be enough to fully absorb all of the examples the universe has to give, and it may not be long enough to fully understand the real spectrum that's out there, but I think it's enough that I know a thing or two.

The essentials of life rarely make sense, and the more time you spend trying to analyze them, the less reasonable they appear. So staring down the worst sight I'd seen in my seventeen years (and arguably the worst sight I'd see if I managed to live past seventeen) really did little but to confirm my suspicions.

Very few events are avoidable.

Very few emotions can be changed.

Because long before they were ever even considered a reality by our feeble minds, they were set into motion. And long after they've impacted us, they'll continue to alter the world.