Conversation March 2, 2015 3:37:57 PM – 3:38:33 PM

By the outermost shores we found a small, green stone. When I wrote your name in the shadows, a beam of sun fell through my window. We were still, we were still quivering, quivering down to the smallest details.

Later, one of the following nights, as we followed each other down through each our idea of it, I could no longer hide the words, the sentences, the images. From the smallest details we find, every morning – in the shining light that is bright – our way into the most important scientific truths. You answered like that. This is how you answered.