#this is moving

You're worth more than all the gold in the craggy depths of our little blue planet. Never sell yourself short, Raeney. I can look up at the cosmos and find myself bewildered and lost, yet in your eyes I can find serenity and peace. Amongst a cruel and uncaring world there is you, you whom I love dearest. You, whom smithed my new heart and melted me with your warmth before you reforged me stronger than I could've ever been without you. Thank you for every speck on this great timeline that you spend with me. I'll never be worthy of basking in the presence of you, my love. You were always my perfect canvas. How cruel this fate. To be intoxicated by loves sweet wine all again. To be drawn in like a bee to the sweet nectar of the wild flowers. To be lost in your eyes again...all for naught. My muse, my love, my my pure canvas taken from me. Creating has no meaning without the one whom would would mine to share in my revelries. She was the sun that kept me warm and nurture in my fragile state. I grew in her light and soon came to my fullest strength through her loving tender embraces. We longed for each other and our hearts ached for the day we could finally cherish this love we had grown. I knew her in her weakest and strongest, her most deplorable and her most loving, her purest and her most lusty; she was perfection. She is perfection...But I, I am tainted. Mine unclean hands never fit to touch her again or shower in her brilliance. How twisted a fate such as this my body can finally know. You are my temple. My holy ground. I will cover your perfect form in words and bow down to your exquisite features. My eyes are unfit for the lovely goddess that is you. The goddess Raeney, the embodiment of my sins and the cleanser of my soul. She is that which destroyed me, and that which took my soul from it's shattered shell and placed it in a new construct. I loved a goddess and she loved me just the same.

Confined robots. Aren't we all.

Feynman on beauty and science, via @boingboing.  <3