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[nihilo]

[ She sounds breathless, breathy, terribly in awe: ]

Most of the universe is terra incognita.

Unknown, never to be discovered if not for its indelible pull on what we can see. What we conceive is only a mere five percent, a fragment. The rest is guesswork.

Here, there, [ sigh ] everywhere be dragons.

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[commandsthewind]

Love is a bad example. [there's old pain in her voice, for that part.] Love is something that is beyond simple definitions of happiness and pain.

[nihilo]

[ She chuckles. ] Will you tell me it is both?

[commandsthewind]

I am sure there is some tortured poet that insists so. [she shakes her head, amused over that briefly.]

No, I think that is a poor description of love. It has parts pain and happiness, but more besides that. It has too much faith in it.