Any move affects a seamlessly woven story, that no one can find an end or a beginning, while the mirror reflects all, without a single move.

Unlearning is learning, too.

Life always seems to be telling us to leave everything to itself, which invariably takes care of us whether "we" are aware of it or not.

We come from and go to the unknown, or we may also be beyond birth and death.

"There have been numerous proofs and beliefs, but is there any that can resist time?"
"Requiring neither, love keeps us alive, doesn't it?"

There seem to be only "Yes" to the following question:
"Is this all just infinity playing hide-and-seek in infinite ways?"

Earth's laws, in other words, human perspectives, may be partially earthly and universal. However, no one knows them for sure.

Some things are better left unsaid while some are better said. In either case, they are understood beyond words, whether as intended or not.

You are immeasurable, expanding, and overflowing with infinite possibilities to explore.

There is no one exactly like you, like everyone.

Poetry, like you, eludes any definition, only allowing for indefinite interpretations.

Stripping down until there is nothing but life, it appears singular, in myriad ways.