What is real?
Love is real. When it’s born and when it’s stolen. Suffering when it’s inflicted and when it dissapears. Knowledge when it’s acquired. People when they are born and when they die. Words and stories that move armies, tears, laughter and tourists. Behaviors that can be remembered and that are source of inspiration. Imagination that begets music, art, literature and science that beget more imagination. Good choices and good explanations that help us give a purpose to this life. The desire to learn, to understand, to teach. The amazing insignificance of one man or one woman at the scale of the universe and the amazing significance of one man or one woman at the scale of the universe.
(from my novel in progress)