Or is infinite possibility the limit through which reality is created through knowledge?
And love? This has always confounded me: while I would love to believe love is at the base of it all, why not hate? or antipathy? or friendship? or fear? or awe? or apathy? or tearful joy and tearful sadness?
if love be the food of music, stay on,
Though if music be the fool of love, pray not, and lay on
until fools love music and love's food be laid and gone.
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