The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we've never accomplished before. What we've done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is an energy that the brain produces. Think of a glass ball twirling on your fingertip. If it falls, it shatters into a million pieces. All the parts of a ball are still there, but it will never twirl with that force on your fingertip again. The brain is the same way.
Mary E. Pearson
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
writing art world story imagine correspondence picture
I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
art snow white sculpture
Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't even know they're connected. Father and Lily were two sides of the same coin, I've decided, and maybe I am the space in between.
faith science
Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.
fate
Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.
identity
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.
life
information mind memories pieces brain
Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.
truth
It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.
life wisdom
ChoiceI needed it like I needed air. Bit no one could hear me. No one could listen. No words. No sound. No voice.I couldn't even dream myself away. Choices were made. None of them mine. At first I wondered if it was hell. And then I knew it was.
choice
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
fear memories
My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.
memories
Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
color correspondence mail
Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.
hard-work endurance
Observing and understanding are two different things.
observation comprehension
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