“Okay, I’m thinking about painting my room… again but I’m stuck between two colours.” Violet mused, shaking her head lightly, amused by her trivial little dilemma as she pulled out two swatches of paint, “Absolute White or Spring Rose?” 

“Goodness, Vi, I was still getting accustom to the current colour.” Roman lamented, seemingly perplexed at the importance of the colour of the room. He carefully examined both swatches for their tones, taking the cards in his hands. “If I had to offer an opinion, I’d go for the Spring Rose. I can’t tell the difference between them, but I like the name. And if we’re going to get philosophical about paint colours, what is in a name? What is in a colour?”

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

At night, on a cold hill, taking the telescope apart. You realize afterward not that the image is false but the relation is false. You see again how far away each thing is from every other thing.