[b]Haruki Murakami
Math is like water. It has a lot of difficult theories, of course, but its basic logic is very simple. Just as water flows from high to low over the shortest possible distance, figures can only flow in one direction. You just have to keep your eye on them for the route to reveal itself. That’s all it takes. You don’t have to do a thing. Just concentrate your attention and keep your eyes open, and the figures make everything clear to you. In this whole, wide world, the only thing that treats me so kindly is math.[/b]
In other words, that tiny fraction of which most of us actually undersatand.
One impossible day, of an impossible month, of an impossible year.
Of a very probable life.
Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.
Trust me: Some being considerably more empty than others.
Strange and mysterious things, though, aren’t they - earthquakes? We take it for granted that the earth beneath our feet is solid and stationary. We even talk about people being ‘down to earth’ or having their feet firmly planted on the ground. But suddenly one day we see that it isn’t true. The earth, the boulders, that are supposed to be solid, all of a sudden turn as mushy as liquid.
Acts of God the lawyers call them. Now, what do you suppose that tells us about Him?
One of these days they’ll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end.
Naturally as it were.
A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.
Unless you have a time machine.