How can you bear it?

You’ve given me a gift. Of myself. You think that could destroy me? You think that makes me lesser? It makes me more. I contain multitudes more than I ever thought, or knew. You want me scared of it because you’re scared of everything. But I am so much more than you.

All those memories.        The memories blew the Matrix. Oh, she’s clever.

Don’t heckle, dear.

I’ve been looking forward to seeing your face about that.

It means I’m not who I thought I was.               Have you ever been limited by who you were before?

Live great lives.

Hello, mate.