Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.

The act of connection produces a fork in causality, the new branch causally unique. A stub, as we call them.

I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe. We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.

Ik wist niet wat hij voelde want ik kende de taal van zijn gevoel niet

Written By Jonathan Safran Foer

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