WHAT IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS?????

growing. // razor headcanons & writing. // chapter three.

a book titled “growing.”

[ c h a p t e r 3 : simple love. ]

the synopsis reads: razor and the dear reader have gotten themselves into quite the mess. miscommunications and raised voices lead to an argument that was more heated than a flaming flower. although healing takes time, could a wound this large be repaired?

authors note: tada! welcome to the last chapter of this short and sweet book that has been created. this one is more stuffed with more fluff than the last and lots of smooches. razor deserves the best, after all. after you finish, put the book back properly on the shelf, okay, traveler? that way it’s easier for people to find it. (or yourself, if you desire.) i, hao, the librarian and timekeeper, thank you in advance. now, have fun with this last chapter of the book. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

word count: 1,564 words.

tw: lots of fluff. so much so it could give you a toothache. and kisses as well. a bit of crying in the beginning, but that is all.

request status at time of posting: open.

[ chapter one. ] [ chapter two. ] [ chapter three. ] 

in which there is reconciliation and a bright future planned out underneath a doorway, the moon and stars being the only witness.

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＞　行｡ ( y e s )

＞　不行 。( n o )

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it would be about three days before you happened to enter mondstadt again.

frankly, you were only in the area because you were passing by, and you were trying to do it as quickly as possible.

after lisa would get her plants and such, you were off again to the inn and then to take up another mission granted to you in the morning.

though, despite the mission you ended up taking solo, you couldn’t stop thinking about that terrible night with razor.

you couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him again, knowing that most likely, you’d end up in tears again.

you couldn’t have waterfalls pouring out of your eyes in front of someone that meant so much to you.

but fate seemed to be pushing its luck, and the stars were aligning just for the two of you.

you and razor stared at each other for a moment, as if the other was an apparition and they were dreaming. his rough, calloused hands took a hold of one of your own gentle ones.

no, this was real alright.

the two of you were both afraid to make the first move, but once more, razor used his instinct to initiate what he thought was needed.

his strong arms wrapped around your neck, nuzzling into the soft skin.

you felt so warm.

you felt cozy.

you felt like home.

course, you were caught off guard, and as much as your brain told you to pull away, you heard him whisper into your ear.

“i missed you.”

and then the walls came tumbling down.

your previous attitude towards him was diminished, and you were back to where you started.

you were still in love. and now, he knew he was as well.

Razor pulled away, and for the first time, you were able to take in much more detail than what you had initially seen. There were tired bags under his eyes, his face worn out, as if he had not been able to sleep for weeks. His silver hair was a mess under his hood and his voice was much quieter, as if he was stepping on eggshells while determining how to make his next move. You gently reached out, cupping his cheek with that gentle, comforting smile you always wore.

His body shook as he suddenly felt as if his insides were collapsing. He felt his face grow hot with tears that ran down his pale skin, over his scar, and down onto the tiled floor. He felt so guilty for what he had done to you that he was terrified that you would seek vengeance. Or that you would leave. The latter was much more terrifying, as he hated when you were gone for a few days, how could he handle not seeing you for the rest of his life? Seeing your hands raise up, he braced for impact of a harsh hit to the face with his eyes squeezing shut.

“Shhh, Razor...it’s okay.” You murmured softly as he felt two soft hands delicately cup his face. Your thumbs would run along his smooth skin, wiping away the tears that continued to flow down. Your own eyes would water, but by the grace of the stars, you were able to keep somewhat of a composure. He opened his eyes just barely, enough to see you again at least. Confused by the look he was giving you, you began to carefully let go and put your hands down before he grabbed your wrists in a swift motion. Back they went to his face, and back you went to wiping his tears and simply holding his head in the doorway.

“Y/-Y/N. I am s-sorry. I h-hurt you. Didn’t m-mean to, just n-no know what l-love was.” Razor managed to choke out through staggered breaths and hiccups. You kept up your affection, smiling gently as you let one hand go of his cheek.

“Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have run off so fast and had more patience with you. I’m sorry myself.`` To calm him down further, you hesitantly lifted a hand and ran it through his silver locks. Razor froze for a moment, but he relaxed further into your touch as he tilted his head more towards the hand, similar to that of what a cat would do. Silence ran its course as you two slowly began to heal from the wounds of that night.

“I love you.” He stated simply. It almost slipped your mind as you continued to play with his hair and cup his cheek, but you did a double take as you stared at him.

“You...you what?”

“I love you.” Razor repeated again, a bit louder this time in case you couldn’t hear him or something of the sort. You were about to ask him if he was joking, but his face held a serious look to them as it dawned on you. He really meant it. Granted, it was the most simple, basic way to confess feelings back towards a person, but you didn’t mind. It was what made him charming and attractive to you anyways.

“Why do you love me?” Razor paused to think about it, deep in thought as he did his best to string the words Lisa recently taught him together into something worth remembering.

“Simple, love. Love is a person, like how mate is a being. Therefore, you are love. Warm, safe, kind. Easy to be vulnerable and be...Razor. Guard down.” He explained to you with a sweet look on his features. Despite his limited vocabulary, you were deeply touched. He took the time to think and make sure his point was clearly mentioned. Razor grinned happily as he tilted his head at you. The air was light again, the heavy feeling replaced with his heart being ecstatic as he didn’t have to even say anything else. He could feel how happy you became from hearing what he said. It was good he could sense your happiness, because you were left speechless.

“Be my love? Please?” Razor asked quietly as you continued your silent streak. Since you were at a loss for words, and because you knew his love language was physical touch, you decided to show rather than tell. Your hand that was on his cheek trailed down his face and found its place wrapped around his hips. Then, with one swoop, you pulled him in closer to you and gently collided your lips with his.

It was if a supernova had exploded inside of his chest. The feeling was forgein, unfamiliar. Perhaps this technique of two lips put together was a human tradition he had yet to learn. He didn’t know what to do, so he mimicked you a bit. He opened his eyes slightly and then watched as you leaned in. He would then mirror the action for a few seconds before you pulled away. He knew that whatever you had just done to him was a way of saying yes. He just knew, and he loved it. The affection and having your full attention was all he could ever ask for. In fact, Razor found himself wanting more as he cutely pouted.

“More please?” You laughed, covering your mouth a bit as you nodded your head and cupped his cheeks again. You peppered your kisses all over his face: on his forehead, nose, temple, chin, the corners of his lips. Razor huffed adorably as he shook his head, pointing at his lips.

“You miss! I want here, love!” Razor whined, though, his complaining was stopped as you kissed his lips again. He melted in your hold, and there was no better feeling in the whole world. The boy would pull away this time, panting softly as he curiously touched his lips with his hands. It was amazing every time he received them, and he knew that he would never grow tired of them. Perhaps you could give him lessons, he thought. Then he would become an expert! Yes, that sounded like a plan. But that would come at a later date.

For now, he wanted to spend the night with you in his arms again.

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some extra things i’ve thought of:

he would have totally dragged you into the guest bedroom where he was staying and given you a bunch of grass and flowers he had arranged.

(“give her a gift she will appreciate, something from nature!” was what lisa suggested.)

the roots were still there, along with heaps of dirt, but you found it endearing nonetheless as you laughed and accepted them.

he also got you chocolate covered strawberries! he had made them with klee (a mistake on lisa’s part, she will never let those two in the same room unsupervised again, especially not a kitchen.)

he would make it up to you by practicing how to formulate sentences under the bright sun in wolvendom.

you would reward him with kisses or headpats, so he worked extra hard in order to improve his linguistic skills.

because of being a bit traumatized from being seperated from you for so long, he gets a bit of separation anxiety when you leave him for too long. he’ll do missions or even go shopping with you just to ease himself down.

also hold his hand :(((

or any words of affirmation will do , he loves both when they come from you :))

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The world doesn’t need more loud guys full of too many words, with buff arms, in tight shirts, and huge egos to match. The world needs quiet people. Why?

Quiet people make you think. Thinking brings clarity. Thinking can lead to change.

I’ve always been intrigued by Keanu. He is a quiet person who keeps to himself and still hasn’t figured out how to be famous after twenty-nine years of being one of the most iconic Hollywood Actors of all time.

Keanu doesn’t get fame, attention or noise. Instead, he prefers to be quiet and insert silence in his speeches and TV interviews.

When he does choose to speak, he drops short sentence bombs like this interview with Steven Colbert:

Stephen: “What do you think happens when we die, Keanu Reeves?”

Keanu: I know that the ones who love us will miss us.

In eleven words, Keanu summed up the entire meaning of life. It was a moment of sheer brilliance.

Take Time to Answer a Question

In a relatively unknown interview with Keanu back in 2000, RollingStone writer, Chris Heath, picks up on how Keanu uses silence.

I ask him why he acts. For forty-two seconds, he says nothing. Not a word, a grunt, a prevarication, or a hint that an answer might come. For most of that time, his head is angled at ninety degrees away from me, as if that’s where the oxygen is.

“Uh,” he finally says, “the words that popped into my head were expression and, uh, it’s fun.” A few minutes later, I lob a vague question about whether he ever wants to write or direct. He lets out a kind of quiet sigh.

At its worst, it’s like this. You ask Keanu Reeves a question and . . . just wait. Out in space, planets collide, stars go supernova. On earth, forests fall, animals screech and roar. People shout and rant and weep with anger and joy and just for the hell of it.

And, all this time, Reeves sits there, entirely silent.

On this particular occasion, the silence lasts seventy-two seconds.

Rather than answering a question, Keanu waits to see if he has an answer worth giving. He then attempts to edit down his response in his head so that it can be understood. Many of the interviews with Keanu contain huge chunks of silence. That’s why his TV interviews aren’t that in-depth because it takes him time to respond and a three-minute TV interview just doesn’t do it.

The real answers to life’s toughest questions take time to answer.

Softly Spoken Brings People Closer

Billie Eilish does this with her music. Many of her songs contain lyrics that are softly sung and you have to lean in to understand what she’s saying.

Keanu uses softly spoken words in interviews to bring people in and take them on a journey. Hollywood wants him to be loud and fancy, but that’s not how he rolls, and he’s intentional about it.

We’re told to be loud. Social media teaches us to use caps, emojis, hashtags and big, bold captions on our videos to get people to listen.

What if doing the opposite of loud was really the answer to being heard?

A soft voice like Keanu’s draws you in, and then, only then, can you hear what he is trying to say.

One-liners that Break the Room

Journalist, Miki Turner, shares this thought about Keanu in her story titled “Keanu is a man of a few soft-spoken words.”

It’s not that Reeves is difficult because sometimes he’ll go completely left and deliver a one-liner that will break up the room — like when a reporter asked Reeves if he felt his career was being defined by his “Matrix” experience.

“I am the ambassador for the ‘Matrix’ trilogy,” Reeves said in a deep, robot-like voice. “My operating hours are…���

When you speak less and sit back and listen, during the rare times when you do talk, you have the space to deliver one-liners like Keanu that blow people’s minds and help them to think deeply.

Silence Breeds Curiosity

Keanu uses silence brilliantly in speeches and public performances. The silence helps the listener become curious about what he’s going to say. It breeds suspense and that helps you put your phone away and listen.

Silence breeds curiosity and curiosity leads to a conversation where someone will listen to you.

Being Quiet Interrupts the Pattern

Hollywood actors are typically loud and have large personalities. By being quiet like Keanu, you interrupt people’s thought patterns.

Try this: attend a work meeting that you’re supposed to be contributing to. Say nothing. Sit there and actively listen with an engaged look on your face. Continue to be quiet and resist the urge to fill up time with your voice. Watch what happens. At some point, your silence is going to break the pattern of the meeting. Somebody is going to ask you for your point of view and it’s during that moment that you will be “properly” heard.

The typical pattern of meetings and human conversation is to talk a lot. Try being quiet to break the pattern and help people think with your words.

People can’t resist the urge to talk — they also can’t resist the urge to hear from the people who are extremely quiet.

Pauses Allow Time for Reflection

The quiet ones like Keanu always seem to use strategic pauses.

Between each point they’re trying to make, they add a pause. When giving a compliment or expressing gratitude, they add a pause to ensure the maximum effect is felt by those listening.

Pauses in human dialogue allow our minds to think at a deeper level.

The challenge is often we um and ah our way through pauses rather than intentionally leaving a few.

A pause is a tool you can use to get people to think.

The Smarter you Become, the Less You Speak

This is the key lesson Keanu has taught me: You’re not smart by talking a lot. You’re not having an impact by increasing your speech volume or trying to be important. You’re smart when you do the following:

Let people talk first

Listen with intention

When your face shows you’re engaged in the conversation

You practice saying less

You lead with empathy

Quiet People Make us Think

Silence is not only golden; it makes you think. And we need more time to think during these uncertain times.

Conversely, you can’t think about what someone is saying if you’re lost in thoughts of what you’re going to say next.

It’s okay to be quiet so you can think.

Quiet people change the world.

endymion. the binary shard-skinned boy, both a beauty and a wreckage. both silver and onyx. he caught my eye very early on when his biography was posted, because despite what a romantic character he is, what fealty, what fierce devotion streamed through his veins to propel him into his guardianship, into his hopeless love, his hopeless sense of time and light, i could just feel that there was more depth to his story than what was lurking on the surface of him, something darker, something heavier. it’s almost as though he himself shows only a veil to the universe and even to those he loves directly, but it doesn’t truly reflect what’s beneath, it doesn’t scathe the immenseness of his feelings, the complexity with which i’m certain he must hold the reality around him, to be so, so abandoned and then be so, so committed. in terms of the zodiac, i wonder if i’ve ever seen a more gemini-esque character.

headcanons:

i. IN THE BEGINNING. this is onyx.

“a dead planet gutted cleanly into two halves.”

in many ways, endymion is the very planet which hangs hollow and muted in his history; carries the same scars across the leather of his skin, harbors the same wounds against the bloody veins of his canyons, floating and confused in the midnight hue, pieces of him struck dead by random circumstances beyond even the heart of heaven’s control. the tectonic plates of his diaphragm muscles and shoulder blades seize and crumble around him, shudder apart in horror at self-realization, in disgust at useless unintelligence, at the confounding dilemma that is himself.

cosmos has left him, cracked from the core, split down the middle in this, her devastating desertion, her gaze turning dull and distant from him and all his kind, and if, in her apostasy, she finds nothing more about him to warrant an ounce of salvation, why would he? she turns away from his planet to leave them all in the vacant beating of their black-hole chests, invert their souls to do the opposite of shine, the opposite of burn, the opposite of feel, and endymion can only watch as his marrow drains from his bones, watch as the kaleidoscope of essence drifts away like pieces of his own world, his own atmosphere. a black planet shifting without light, the scorched surface of his empty hands reflecting nothing more, no wishes, no hopes, no directions; he is a monochrome of ebony and dust.

he knows what it means to be shattered, knows what it means to be neglected, to be dark, dark inflorescence, drying and dying in the shade, with only asteroids to swear by, only the silhouette of sleep against death, only the stars to glean what little understanding he can of what the freezing tendrils of life really are. he knows how cold carbon can burn, how to twist and reach and flex and fracture open and open and open, until all the universe pours down his throat, a reverse scream, a reverse howl, calling for a light he cannot put a name to.

he’d been born yowling and aching before he’d ever even understood the concept.

ii. WARTIME SERENADES. and this is silver.

the dawning of the new millenium harkens him to her horizon and he rises to it on a cascadence of newfound purpose, the motivation of the damned, the determination of a wolf twice splintered, the two halves of his soul melding and welding together in the heat of battle, the war for loyalty. he reshapes himself away from cosmos’ hand, away from the broken glass she forged him from, away from the future she’d already discarded. he reshapes himself into a blade, reshapes himself into dry bone and razor-sharp teeth, reshapes himself into every biting edge and cutting dagger the solar system could possibly offer, his palms no longer empty of blood or gore, now colored heavily with the last sighs of corpses.

the lady of the moon kneels over him only once, and from then on he kneels only to her, he inclines only to her, he assents only to her, and in her warcry, he finds his legs, his arms, his heartbeat, every joint in his knuckles wrapping over the handles of blades, everything he thought had been lost to him forever more. he collides, he cascades, he strikes down against the earth’s gravity, two planets conflicting in a halo of hellish distortions, and even the crater he leaves behind sings a ringing timbre of atonement-- atonement for sins yet uncommitted, but not warded off for long. while the others in the garrison claim every solar flare and ounce of mortal blood, every shredded tree and upheaved continent, endymion calls the shadows to him, calls the silence, calls the quiet hell, writes his name across every widened pair of eyes that never saw him coming.

iii. CONNECTIONS TO: other celestials. this is how onyx darkens.

created as not much more than a mutt, a hodgepodge of shapes and shadows, he considers himself only half-divine, only half finished, a prism monstrosity with a foolish adjacent position near to godliness, close enough to share atmosphere with celestial hosts, but far enough to only see their light after they’ve become supernovae. he cares nothing for all of them, and yet too much for most of them, separate even as he surrounds himself, even as he is surrounded, all with their piercing, jeweled eyes and vicious, seething teeth. he regards them coolly, wholly ice and wholly still. he remembers this always; that he is not belonging to them, he is not beholden to any of them, save one, and he will cut them down, strike them from beings of light to nighttime corpses, their pretty lies and gleaming lipsticks rendered to little more than ash and dust, should his lady wish it. one word from selene and he would lay waste to them all.

iv. CONNECTIONS TO: selene. this is how silver flares.

he discovers the true nature of stars only after meeting the moon. his life, a series of ink-black stains and coal-toned scars, his life a bleak shadow of misunderstanding and regret, of forlorn tragedies and helpless aspirations, of loves unspoken and hearts locked away in iron boxes, he comes to learn that stars are cold, are distant, are detached. he cries to them, baying his emotions out into the universe, out into cosmos’ closed hearing, her ear pressed away from him, her attentions inward only, his wishes collapsing in on themselves like falling comets. the stars do not call back to him.

only the moon does, only the radiation in his general direction, and it’s not love, he knows this, it’s not favor, not intimacy, not desire, not anything he could ever touch or feel or inhale, nothing about her signalling any moment’s attachment to him, yet still, she shines on, as she shines in every direction, in every possible angle, the incandescence of her glow near to blinding him, and he drowns in it. for a creature of the dark, even the smallest of her touches, the least of her murmurs, the shortest of her glances, is enough to fuel him for another millenia; she could not be rid of him unless she killed him, and she has only to voice it, wish it so, and he would complete the task for her, spill his blood between one heartbeat and the next, drain himself of all sharpened edges, all waning howls.

he’d do anything for her, anything, anything, which is why he lets her turn away from him, he lets her disintegrate from his side, lets her discard him when she must-- name him canine and pet hound, name him guardian only, never lover, never husband, never soulmate. in the boroughs of his chest, he caves in on himself slowly, the pieces of him fragmenting more and more with each passing century, but he speaks to none of it, voices none of it. others, ysra most notably, chide him regularly about his unending love, his yawning torment, the devotion he allows to destroy and gnaw his organs, gnashing the gamey meats to poultry while he stands firm and marble in his role as protector, but he can do nothing else. he can love nothing else.

she has given him the chance no other has given him, she has shown him what love truly is-- how can he do anything except try to give it back?

v. CONNECTIONS TO: ysra. when bronze meets flame.

endymion is no raging tide, no furious monstrosity of hurricane, there is very little fire or absolute catastrophe that storms ahead of his stride wherever he may go, he does not seethe with untempered savagery, and although he admires and rather reluctantly adores his partner, his planetary sister by all the prowling gifts and measures she claws and rips for, he understands and notes the differences between them as night and day. her, the sun, burning and hungry and ravenous beyond end, all gold and bronze and heat, her intelligence only seconded by her temper; him, a shadow, not the moon itself, but the absence of light that floods in when all else has faded, cut and sharp and lethal as ice, frozen and silent, a black hound slipping through the insanities of time.

he loves her fiercely, despite himself, despite herself, despite all logic decreeing they should never get along and perhaps never venture within the same space of each other; she smiles when he makes a mistake, he grins when she’s angry-- sometimes he imagines them truly related, truly of blood together, a whole childhood of mingled memories and eternities of understanding, but although he would surrender his life for her own, and she for him, he knows they ignite too separately, too contradictory, too dissident. same coin, vasty different peripheries.

vi. CONNECTIONS TO: cosmos. coal reaching subzero temperatures.

he scrapes out the pieces cosmos embedded inside him, drops the foundation of her touch, ignores the divided hemispheres of his soul, the way reality looks now different from how it looked then. he abandons her and her watch, her worship, her admiration, the bitterment blistering his tongue with a foulness he can never name, a torrid weight he can never announce, only taking each step as to untether himself from his disappointment in her, a blight he’s sure rivals her disappointment in him. he forges himself from steel and stone, hones his instincts from perfection to indomitable supremacy, alights himself with starlight and moondust, a keen shadow to his charge, his mandate, his lady.

he tries not to openly sneer at her sculptures, tries not to hate them publicly, tries not notice their softness, how careful and loving the hands that formed them must have been, for such a mother who discards the children left in the wake of her womb so suddenly and without guidance. he keeps his acidity to himself, locked in the same black ocean inside him where he keeps everything else that’s real and heavy and forlorn, that he cannot, will not, produce in anyone’s presence. jaw wired shut, eyes bright but downcast, endymion centers himself only on the now, the services he strives to provide, the force he must maintain, the court he must endure.

vii. HE WHO BREAKS. the wolf in immortal skin. personality and physical aesthetics.

there is a duality that breeds inside his lungs like a cancer, festers uncertain inside the maze of his heart, the way his words so very rarely match the expressions on his face, how his eyes and brows and lips unjustly divine far more than he usually intends to permit, more expression held in a single glance than any declarations he could manage to give. his eyes bloom too brightly, his lips too quick to grin before he can turn away, the hollowness of most godly creatures unaffecting him just yet, their apathy or fury unscathing him just yet; he who has seen the edge of creation, seen the vacant twilights of disuse and despair, still somehow clinging to the shimmering ends of his time alive, believing the days to be blessings, believing the nights to be more triumphs to conquer. he has been worthless and desolate before, he has been idle and barren and insignificant before-- he shall not be that again.

something in him still yearns, still craves for the light of love just beyond his reach, similarly to himself before his awakening, the outline of his veins beating rancid against the cage of his ribs, but despite this, his exquisite misery, he still bares his heart on his sleeve along with the sword on his back, just as quick with a smile as he is with a knife, refusing to dampen his loyalty or his endearment for anything under the stars. he is unendingly protective, arms like steel bars, gaze like twin arrows, the height of him imposing long carvings against the marble floors, the indentations of his suspicions eternal and irreversible.

a thousand years he stands magnificent and ascetic, a massive wolf hide sewn and threaded into the tapestry of the cloak over his broad shoulders, the uniform meshed from titanium and iron, from volcanic stone and mortar; he is the collected assembly of cold shine and fathomless vantablack, of humanoid and animalistic instincts. poised to growl at anyone too close to his queen, teeth bared and bloodthirsty, he keeps his eyes like daggers to the courts and strangers alike, able to shift instantly from friendly to ferocious in split-second timelines.

with every hour’s passage, he ordains himself to shine ever steady, ever stable, the unshakable anchor of his feet rooted to his position, his profession, his passion, both a star himself (undying and deathless in the surrounding black) and the wolf his queen requires him to be, all outstretched claws and raised hackles. come storm, come turmoil, come upheaval or chaos, endymion stands guardian at the gates of selene’s atmosphere, devoted and true, righteous and unwavering.

Milasara, Honey - Kehlani

day 6 part 2!!

In her small northern hometown of Rodnina, Mila Babicheva was known as a magic-child. Endowed with the ability to project her emotions onto surrounding people, Mila had spent an entire childhood easily bending others to her will.

Rodnina was far away from the glittering capital, which heightened its desirability in her childish imagination. She’d dreamt of walking through golden-lit streets and crystal avenues, venturing out to the crack of the Great Waterfall to see how far down she’d have to drop to hit the bottom. When the Bitterfrost came, she would dream of flying on the frozen falls armed only with skates, catching snowflakes in her hair and lashes. 

Her wish came true, to some extent, when the Searchers came. 

In most major cities and towns, the Searchers are a ticket to prestige. They amount to a talent search agency, auditioning and testing Nevans of all ages for the chance to be selected as a Candidate. But in rural and developing areas, they have a more sinister reputation. Tales of young people who vanish in the night, magic-children simply ‘moving away’ without explanation. Sometimes a couple months pass and their families receive a handsome compensation, and a familiar name appears on the news in connection with a member of the Royal Family. Even out in the middle of nowhere, the House of Nikiforov carries weight.

Mila was discovered, her family informed she will be well-cared for. Having just passed her sixteenth birthday and thus at the right age to be trained as a Candidate instead of an adoptee, she watched as her mother signed the contract with trembling fingers. Her Bergian chased after her hovercraft as she was whisked away to Moyka hours after. 

For the first time after that, Mila found herself surrounded by other magic-children, some of which weren’t even children anymore. Young adults, determined and cutthroat in their posturing for an advantageous bond, filled the corridors of the palace she was assigned to. No longer was she exceptional – here, her explosions of temper were considered coarse, unrefined. She had to be taught how to rein in her emotions, how to direct her projections. All for the possibility of being selected by someone of the Royal House for a bondmate. 

On her eighteenth birthday, she caught the eye of Prince Alexei. He took her out of the compound – the first time she’d been in years since her arrival – for long dinners in cloud liners above the city, and longer walks along the Moyka River. For the first time since she arrived, Mila had a taste of the world at its highest echelons, had a glimpse into her future as a bondmate to a Royal Family member. 

And then her life changed again when she met Sara Crispino at a gala dinner on a cloud liner gliding between the planet and its rings. She didn’t care about the topic of the evening, nor did she care for most of the guests. Sara’s violet eyes beckoned to her, deep and mysterious like a nebula; the jewels in her hair twinkled like constellations in the night sky. 

“What brings you here?” she asked Sara as they watched the rings veer by, dust and ice particles glittering above the observation panes. 

“My brother and I are executives of Crispino Industries,” replied Sara. “I’m also his familial mediator.”

Mila remembered Michele Crispino. He’d stared suspiciously at Alexei and so many others in the room all night, hovering at his sister’s elbow like a overbearing Eterian defending its mates. Which, of course, would be a lot less creepy had they not been brother and sister. 

“A handsome rich young Alpha like him can’t find his own mediatorship?” she asked lightly. Sara sighed. 

“He is very… attached,” she admitted. 

Mila hummed into her glass of Moykavino. Alexei never let her have more than a finger, fearing the consequences of more. “Tell him to grow up,” she suggested.

She could see Sara hiding a smile behind her own glass as they drank to that. 

One drink turned to more, turned to Sara dangling across her shoulder on the pressurised terrace, laughing and twirling her along to the music. “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” wondered the Beta, nuzzling against Mila’s collar. Mila shivered at the point of contact, feeling the same swoops in her stomach that the Beta must be experiencing. “Be a companion. Go out to the stars, forging my own way. Finding my own mediatorship, in the arms of other beings.”

“You’re allowed to do that?” wondered Mila. 

“Form mediatorships with other species? Absolutely. They just passed a law on Allegria… it was such a big victory for the Love Wins advocates…” 

“Yeah but – go to the stars as a companion? I thought that was only something Terrans did.”

“Nevans and Allegrians can do it, too!” Sara’s eyes shone like a supernova, and Mila felt her own heart expand just as fast. “You just need the paperwork filed, you need to take some certification courses accredited by the ICU… and then you get contracted to a crew, destination anywhere in the galaxy.” She paused. “Mila, let’s do it together. Let’s ditch all these people… and just go to the stars. Together.”

And Mila couldn’t say no to that. Maybe it was the Moykavino, maybe it was Sara’s own intoxicating presence, the sweetness of her voice, the earnestness of her enthusiasm. Maybe it was the way the world felt both fuzzy and clear, like standing in the eye of a storm and trusting it wouldn’t hurt her.

She had no idea how it happened. One moment she was merely dancing with Sara, and the next their fingers and foreheads were meeting. The Beta’s presence seemed to surround her, the scent of her perfume overwhelming Mila’s heightened senses. She was floating, she was falling, drifting away to new heights and into the depths of some great intangible thing from which she never wished to resurface.

And then the guards were pulling her away, Alexei’s stricken expression hovering moon-like in the back of the clamouring crowd. Even after being torn from the party and forcibly escorted back to the compound, Mila could still feel the ghost of Sara’s fingers and mind against hers. 

“I should be angry with you,” Alexei told her the next time they met. Over a table at the compound, the walls slate grey and drab. The table was metal, prison-like. Outside, the Bitterfrost winds blew. There would be no skating on the waterfall now. 

Mila peered out at him from behind her curls. “Are you?”

He shook his head. “You’re the only one of this lot who has any real spark,” he replied. “You remind me of a Terran I encountered once.”

Mila tilted her head. “A companion?”

Alexei nodded. “I will never see her again,” he lamented, and bowed his head. Mila held out her fingers, and he pressed the tips of his to them for a moment, before sighing. 

“I cannot give you a pardon,” he began, “but I will also try my best to delay their pursuit. I can lead them, as the Terrans say, on a merry chase. But I will need your help.”

Mila felt that same unspeakable warmth well deep inside her at that. “Thank you,” she said, meaning every word. “What will you need?”

“An attack.” He smiled. “I know you’re capable of vicious mental lashing. I’ve seen you put less fortunate sparring partners in the infirmary without even touching them. Make it look like you’ve attacked me, then take my ring. It will give you access to any ship in the Fleet that you need. Just don’t steal something noticeable.” 

“Why are you doing this for me?” asked Mila quietly, leaning closer to him. The prince sighed. 

“Because I sensed it, your connection to her,” he said quietly. “Very few Nevans ever experience such clarity, even with the ones they choose to bond with. When you meet someone who can make your world fall away with just a breath, well… there’s no chance for anyone else.” He gently squeezed her hand. “Find her again. The path of your star collided with hers for a reason.”

Mila kissed him, briefly. And then she closed her eyes, and knocked him out. 

It would take the Nevan Police days to hear of her attacking her intended and stealing his ring to access a ship. It would take them weeks to find the missing starship, and months to track its jump signatures. But just before the Searchers could set out to retrieve her, someone hacked into the database and completely erased all traces of the Firebird. 

Over the slumbering form of her brother, Sara Crispino, too, rushed to freedom in the stars. With Mila at her side, the two of them knit together a crew – a family – of rag-tag beings looking for adventure or escaping dire circumstances at home. They picked up a young talented Omega Allegrian medical student whose brains were being wasted in a dusty lab archiving old slides. They picked up a hitchhiking Nevan engineer who had memorised the entire schematics of every type of starship in the Federation. They picked up an Allegrian ambassador’s Alpha son, who had grown bored with life on Allegria and was looking for a change of pace. 

And they picked up two Terran companions. Inseparable, contracted friends who would die for one another, and the rest of the crew, too. It had always been nothing short of a miracle that they hadn’t managed to do so before, but as Mila watches the screen go blank on the bridge of the Firebird, she couldn’t help but feel that same deep, unspeakable warmth suddenly, unexpectedly turn to ice. 

“Yuuri!” she screams, as if that would make him more likely to respond. Next to her, Prince Viktor crumples to the floor, his breath rushing out of him in a wordless cry of anguish. Phichit catches him just before he hits the floor, but the prince tears out of his arms, rushing towards the door. 

Mila had once been taught of the great Bond that superseded all bonds, the web that tangled together the minds of all beings. She had never quite believed in such a thing before, but now she pleads with it, begs with whatever celestial Beyond that could possibly exist for the chance that Yuuri – and Yura, and the other crewmembers – had survived. Shakily, she, too, rises to her feet, striding out of the bridge towards the aft, towards the hatch where the boarding seal had been. She can sense her wife tagging along a couple paces behind, wary but supportive. 

The first thing she sees, as she draws closer to the corridor, is that the engineers in the area had put a stasis field over the gaping hole in the side of the ship where the explosion had torn away the boarding seal and a chunk of the hatch.

The second thing she sees is four forms being rushed towards sickbay by Dr Minami.

“Your Highness, no, get out of the way! Out of my way!” screams the young Omega, bodily shoving Viktor back as the medibots vanished down the hall with the gurneys. “If you’re not on my medical team, I want you all fifty standard meters away from my sickbay, so help me. I will hurt you if you don’t comply.”

“Is he all right? Will Yuuri be all right?”

“They’ll both be fine, whichever one you’re talking about,” snaps Dr Minami, visibly irritated. “And in case anyone cared, so will the other crewmembers. They got knocked back by the explosion, but they were luckily closer to us than to the Almavivo.”

Mila bends down, picks up a set of twisted and broken glasses. Emil swipes it from her fingers, placing it in a small baggie.

“I’ll get to work on that,” he says, before nodding and shuffling back to the aft. Dr Minami does a Terran gesture, making a V with his fingers and pointing from his eyes to Viktor, before rushing off after his medibots. Mila sighs, nodding at Viktor. 

“They’ll be fine,” she says. “Don’t worry.”

Viktor nods, looking down at the floor of the ship. “I think I owe you a pardon,” he says.

And hours later, with Sara on her arm, Mila watches Viktor sit by Yuuri’s bedside, entwining their fingers as he reads the Terran something from a touchpad. Yuuri’s vitals are steady on the board above his bed, and he’s laughing at something Viktor’s saying, his eyes never leaving the prince’s. 

“When you meet someone who can make your world fall away with just a breath, there’s no chance for anyone else,” she says quietly. Sara hums her question, and Mila sighs. “Just something Alexei said before he let me take his ship.”

“You’ve always said you knocked him out and stole it,” Sara remarks.

“I might have said that to impress you,” replies Mila, feeling her cheeks heat up. “But what we have – what they have – that’s not something that happens often. Their stars collided for a reason.”

“Like ours?” wonders Sara, entwining their fingers. Mila nods. 

“I hope they realise that something like this doesn’t happen every day.” Leaning over, she kisses her wife, their breaths mingling as their minds meet. “And they’ll be happier if they follow the path that will lead them back to one another.”

Sara nods, too, her eyes bright as they pull back. Even after all this time, Mila can still see nebulae in them, can still find them brighter than starlight. 

“Let’s leave them to it,” she suggests, and Sara grins as she tugs her wife towards their quarters.

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You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you.

Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)

You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man.

A little while ago the sirens would have scared him but now all he could feel was relief.

The evening sun is falling on their face and he thinks maybe, just maybe he is a little bit in love with them.

Emotions were difficult to control. Magic was difficult to control. But no one ever really taught me how to handle either of them. Not handling your emotions wasn’t the worst thing because everyone accepted high schoolers were testy. The magic was another story, however. Not being able to control that was a danger.

A bold traveler hires an introverted writer and/or photographer to accompany them on their adventures in order to document it.

A crisp chill settled into the air, signaling a change in weather and a change in myself. A new energy swirled in the skies. This was going to change everything.

i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways (Requested w/ Namjin)

I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad

I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad

You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer

I spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you.

I used to be the best baker in the neighborhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honor is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event

I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends

You’re a dragon slayer, and I raise dragons. The king has invited us to his castle to plead in favor of our causes.

I just captured the ship you’re on and about to kill everyone on it, but you’re cute, I’ll keep you (Requested w/ Vmin)

I needed to kidnap you for a mission but don’t worry I won’t kill you, you’ll be staying with my family for a while

You’re the neighbor that keeps their curtains open, even when changing, and I can’t talk to you without blushing (Requested w/ Jimin)

we’ve been roomates for a few months now and I never see you at night except this time when I caught you dragging a body into the kitchen

you hired me to be the surprise stripper for your friend at this bachelor/bachelorette party and they did not take it well and threw both of us out in the freezing cold this is all your fault

“youre singing in our dorm shower, and i just want to let you know that you have a wonderful voice, also oops i’m naked.”

you showed up at my place in the middle of the night with bruises and blood and you won’t say what happened so I just lead you into the bathroom and clean you up

stop yelling ‘parkour’ when you scale fences and run across the road that’s dangerous and an incredibly inefficient detour so gET BACK HERE

your hands ache and your knuckles are bleeding after getting into another dumb fist fight so I’m gonna bandage them and then hold your hand for the whole day

I know you won’t get into any fights when I’m with you mainly because you’re scared I’ll get injured and because you know I’ll whoop your ass even worse if you even attempt to

you may be really reckless and you’re always getting in trouble but I know for sure that every morning you sneak out of bed and go outside to feed the neighbourhood cats

From birth we were rivals. Always competing, always striving to be better than one another. Our parents expected a fight. So I guess that’s why I was startled when we kissed for the first time.

I tore myself apart for you, bit by bit, only for you to go in the grave. I hope some part of me stays with you, wherever the hell you are.

Waves rolled lazily, almost a leisurely stroll in the midsummer day. Somewhere down on the beach, a severed head washed up on the shore.

The rainy morning, the fog, and the news of a murder swept the town in a panicked, subdued state.

A ruby studded crown sat upon scarlet tresses while crimson blood leaked out of delicate rosey lips.

You marry your spouse young. As the years pass, the spark fades. One day, an incident ocurrs, and it is revealed that your spouse has been leading a double life. When their two lives collide, you are plunged into the action. Your brains says that the lies and secrets definitely mean the end of your marriage, but, throughout the chaos that follows, your heart is falling in love all over again.

He wasn’t an assassin or hitman; his only job was to dispose of the bodies.

He wouldn’t stop doing chest compressions on the unmoving body. If he stopped pumping the heart, his own would cease to beat.

We revolved around him like planets around the sun. Without him, we would all separate, scattered amongst the stars. We didn’t know what to do when our sun started to die. And we definitely didn’t expect that the supernova he exploded into would destroy us all.

They visited each other in their dreams because during waking life, it was much too dangerous to be seen together.

From colorful ring pops to bedazzled matching class rings to elegant wedding rings (and more ring pops along the way), we were always tied together with those little circular bands.

Lost hikers who mutually think the other is a bear or other predator rustling about in the forest, readying to pounce. They’re relieved to see that each other is only a human. At least until they hear more rustling.

You and I were sent on a quest together by the king, but now we’re horribly lost, and I’m fairly certain this quest was just meant to kill us.

I’m an alchemist, and you’re my ever-so-patient assistant who finds me the random ingredients I ask for, I really need to find a way to thank you.

You’ve been my best friend for years, and I can tell you anything, right? Good, because I sort of stole a dragon egg.

He was clothed in billowing gold fabric and he shone like the sun.

For everything you gain, you lose something else.

I woke up and found you in the kitchen wearing my shirt and humming along to ‘beautiful soul’ and jfc i think i love your dumb ass

I’m a broke ass musician who plays in the subway station and you drop a couple of dollar in my instrument case whenever you walk by. You’re very cute and i always wink at you because i just want to acknowledge you somehow. One day you show up with two burgers and asks if i wanna eat with you because ‘you didn’t have any change tonight

We’re friends and decide it would be a good idea to get jobs as phone sex operators to make some money over the summer. I thought it was just gonna be shits and giggles but turns out you sound ridiculously hot when you’re talking to horny dudes over the phone and I’m 100% screwed i can barely stand to be in the same room as you when we’re working jfc

I’m pretty used to you disappearing on me for days at a time. I don’t mind it, I have my own work to keep myself busy. One night you show up seriously injured, insisting on not going to see a doctor so I have to stitch you up myself

When we met, you were a drug dealer. I was young and you wanted to take me to see the world. It’s the best year of my life, but eventually I get too scared of the shit you do. I leave when you needed me the most and you feel used. You spiral into drugs. We meet five years later, in a bathroom stall at some club and you’re high out of your mind. I take you home and help you get clean.

You’re a night owl, and your partner has never been able to quite make it to the wee hours with you. You don’t mind them nodding off- their prescence and their sleeping face make the stars dull, to you.

Your partner has been really overworking themselves to ace their finals. You hate seeing them so stressed, so you leave them little treats they love, make sure they’re taking care of themselves, and become their study partner. You know they’ve got this- you’ve just to convince them of that, too.

 I still wake up most nights from the nightmares about the bombings and the war, but you’re always there to tell me I’m fine and safe

I’m behind you in line at the grocery store and all you have in your cart are three pints of really overpriced ice cream and a bottle of vodka. Are you okay do you need a hug?

You work for a drug cartel and I’m an FBI agent working undercover. After a while, I already have all the information I need, but I end up actually falling in love with you in the process, so I keep lying to my commander telling them I need more time. Eventually you find out and you have a gun pointed to my head and tears in your eyes.

She sat on the stone steps of the brownstone house, the cold rain slowly drenching her, but she still looked happy

we are each half of something greater, as the legends say.   we are both carved in lockstep pieces. and when the bones of our fingers tangle like jigsaw puzzles i swear upon the sun and the moon and everything bright in the sky that all my jagged lines could find home between yours,      and all your frayed edges could find comfort next to mine.   it's a pity, my beloved half,       that greater does not always mean better,      or even good.   it's a pity, my beloved half,     that two halves don't always make a whole     and two puzzles pieces don't always fit in one picture     and two hearts that beat together don't always cease together.    it's such a pity, my beloved half,       sometimes two halves can make a whole heart                                                                   a whole story but sometimes, my beloved,  sometimes, two halves do not come together so much as collide and all the spaces between them go up in flames like a volcano      like a burning star exploding into supernova: merciless. brilliant. blinding. deadly.    and what, the legends ask, is left in the aftermath? why, my beloved half,  we picked up the shattered pieces of it all--      of you, of me, of the world we burned in the spaces between us-- we cradled their serrated edges in the nest of our joined hands we anointed them in the bloody rivers in the creases of our palms.   oh, and we kissed those broken-glass pieces,       and we called it love. oh, and we swallowed those broken-glass pieces      and we called it remembrance.  oh, and we whispered with broken-glass voices,      and we called it holy.   and one day, my beloved half, they will bury the broken-glass pieces--      of you, of me, of the world we held in the spaces between us-- and they will call it history.

two halves of another apocalypse ( j.p. )

I wrote another thing!

 Aren’t you lucky.

Cassiopeia

[ao3] [DA]

The rain has stopped when Ladybug throws herself up and over the balcony into the city, alight with a nervous energy that has been plaguing her since the end of the school day.

Since the umbrella –

Ladybug laughs, slips on slick tiles, and somehow manages to turn it into a graceful spin, delighting in the balance that comes with luck and strength and spots.

The city looks different at night, looks different from the rooftops, and she’s going to have to learn her home anew, find the best and the quickest ways to get about.

There’s a joyous humming that isn’t her but is in her, and she recognises it almost as Tikki, as condensed luck and the opportunity to create great things. The feeling is old – older than the earth, as old as the stars (perhaps older, but there are many things she hasn’t asked Tikki yet) – and yet new, a clear cut awe at the world about and how it has changed and grown on, and become more than they’d ever quite imagined at its birth.

In some way, it makes her want to sing, but the roofs are slick and she’d rather concentrate on not falling.

“Ladybug!”

She turns at the shout, and sees the green of his eyes before he’s impossibly close and they collide, tumbling together into the street below, and he’s laughing as he lands on his feet, Ladybug caught up in his arms.

“Hello, Chat.” She smiles and pulls free, brushing herself down. “What brings you out?”

“The night sky. The freedom.” He spins his staff free from its slot on the back of his belt, leaning on it as his tail twitches behind him. “And you?”

Ladybug hesitates, trying to find a way to describe it. “A feeling. It – stretches back, beyond–” She stops, frowning.

Chat lifts his right hand, turning it so she can see the green paw print of his ring. “Right?”

Ladybug lifts her hands to her earrings. Of course he would understand.

Extending his hand to her, he waits.

Ladybug takes his hand, feels the slight roughness of his gloves, the bump of his ring over the glove.

Chat extends his staff and sends them back onto the roofs that will in time become their second home.

Ladybug wonders if they might not be their first home, as Ladybug and Chat Noir. She spins out her yoyo before they’ve properly landed, hooks a chimney pot and is away.

Chat lets out a laugh and follows, leaping along underneath and beside, and as they leap over streets they cross paths and launch off one another, learning the ropes and themselves.

Although they come close, they never crash again as they race the rooftops, and when it starts gently raining, they trade a glance and a laugh and land precariously close to the edge of a building on the Champ de Mars.

All at once, they are silent and still, and the rain falls soft about them. The feeling hasn’t left, but it’s – changed. Become a quiet ember rather than the fire that had driven her out into the night.

Ladybug palms her yoyo and gazes out towards the Eiffel tower, glowing in the night. “Do you ever wonder–” she starts, and then hesitates. One hand goes to an earring. They haven’t had them that long, and yet–

“From the first heartbeat of the universe,” Chat whispers.

She turns to see him, and he’s watching her, eyes glowing in the darkness.

“The feeling. It’s like a supernova.”

“Bigger than us,” she says, turning to face him fully. “So much bigger, Chat, and now we–”

Chat gives a half smile, an ear flicking rain drops away. “Older,” he replies, “But not bigger.”

Ladybug frowns, passing the yoyo from hand to hand. “There is more to these – miraculous than us, Chat.”

“We’re made of the same stuff,” he insists. “We’re made of star dust, too.” He glances at her, and then away and up, into the clouded sky. “Why else can I see the stars in your eyes?” he murmurs, almost as if it’s just meant for himself.

Ladybug stares at him. And then she laughs, and the sound is a bell and the heartbeat of joy and the creation of light all at once.

Chat Noir smiles, almost bashfully. The night, he decides, is a strange thing. He’d seen many of them before – long nights spent up, watching anime and playing games, getting lost in someone else’s life – but this one… this one was different.

This one was a new beginning.

“I’m glad we collided,” he says, earnest. He’s not sure if he just meant their first meeting, or the stars that created their world, or – or something else.

Ladybug groans. “I made such a mess. How do you think they chose–”

“Because someone thought we were worthy. We have something to offer that’s more–” more than sitting looking pretty, he thinks fiercely, and is glad that he was given this.

“Yes, but… but me? I make mistakes, I mess things up–” Ladybug clutches at her face, at her ears, as if she’s thinking of pulling her earrings out.

“Hey.” He reaches out to touch her arm, gently lifting her near one away from her ear. “I make the catastrophes, alright? Not you.” Never you, he almost says, and realises just in time that that could be coming on a little strong. This night is soft and gentle, and while it rings with truths, they aren’t heavy. They just are.

Ladybug jumps at the touch, and flashes him a smile. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. In my civilian life–” And she stops, biting her lip.

“Would it be so bad? To know each other?”

“Ah, kitty.” She sighs. “Let me be someone new, alright? Just – for a little while. Then, maybe…”

Chat grins, eager for the chance. “Don’t worry, my Lady, I’ll spot you.”

Ladybug laughs, and Chat knows that he has fallen again, and always will, because this – this is just like heaven. Maybe not as he’d always imagined it, but – but perhaps this is better. This is real.

  Later, when Ladybug lands back in her room and closes the skylight before too much rain falls in, she sits silent on her bed to listen. Still in her suit, the rain sounds… more. Everything is.

She wonders where Chat Noir is, what his room’s like. His family.

But not really, because they aren’t supposed to know each other.

But, maybe some day…

  Chat Noir dives in through his window and turns to close it in one swift move, throwing a rug over the damp path on the floor, where the rain had got in. He presses his gloved hands up against the window and stares out. It had been a stroke of luck to see Ladybug flying by, to have more of a chat with her.

He hopes they wouldn’t only see each other during Akuma attacks. He hopes that one day they will know each other without the masks.

 In two separate rooms, two superheroes straighten up, stare out at the rain that washes their city, and they smile. One day. It’s a promise. Maybe only to themselves – courage comes first, and the freedom to build up who they could be about the mask, without the mask, to become better – but eventually, it’ll be a promise to each other.

In two separate rooms, two superheroes relax and meet eyes with their reflections. Maybe they pretend that they’re facing each other.

And their suits dissolve away like star dust about their eager eyes.

Stars

Cause when the galaxies collide, our souls did too.

There was this story once.

A star was wandering up in the sky, it was lost, it was alone. Then suddenly it collided with a fellow star, and at that instance their glow has never been brighter. They decided to wander together, felt like it was the universe designing the collision, for them to be together, for them to have someone. The star lost in the sky started to travel with a companion, a friend. For the first time in forever, it feels right.

They went to the moon, mark it as their hide out. It was a place for them to rest, but most importantly a searching place for when a time comes they have lost touch, they know where to find each other. They went from planet to planet, leaving prints, memories, making sure there is something remarkable about every adventure. It was beautiful, no one wants it to end, for these two stars, they were just lucky to bump in each other in a universe as big as this.

But the universe wasn't perfect, it has cold nights, darker spaces, scary uncertainty. One moment, another collision happened. It was unexpected, it was fast, and it made a big loop. The universe collided them together, and it's also the universe separated them from each other and both stars went to different loops, with a new identity, new form, new life.

Almost two decades ago, a star died, a life formed. I was that star. My life had been amazing for the past sixteen years, but I always know that somewhere out there the same day that I live, another star died, and live. I trusted the process, that somewhere, somehow, this world is gonna bring us to each other.

Three years ago, there's no collision but I found a long lost friend. When the moon lights the world at night, I can see a reflection of two stars dancing, it was a reminder, and so I followed the light. We both didn't know it at first, but for an instance...

There is always that connection, and I believe it was our soul intertwined by all the planets we visited and made memories from and that no matter how far we traveled, billion years ago or from another supernova or planet or whatever, it was meant to be.

Now, we’re making up for the lost time we've lost, and I wouldn't want it any other way. This is the reason why I don't have a sister, because there's no better way of having one than meeting it from another universe, from another form - a star, in which we both love.

Our soul will collide, it always will. Soul sisters in the beginning until the end, and until we become stars again.

"Ours will always be different, it is always, and will always be constant. It is far more than just two friends talking, it's always about two souls connecting. You are beyond special, and I always thank the universe for creating a loop hole that connects my world to yours, again and again. It’s good to have someone, someone from a very long time. Our souls collided, and I'll do my best to let your star inside you shine its brightest, just like oooooold times."

Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

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Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

Translator: Queenie Lee Reviewer: Rhonda Jacobs hey. (viewers) hi there. My name is Tom Chi, and ever for the reason that I used to be a younger child, I used to be decided to understand how the complete universe worked, and that fascination led me to my first job, at age 15 – I did astrophysical study with the Harvard-Smithsonian Observatory in lively galactic nuclei. Now, years after being a scientist and astrophysicist, I slowly sort of matured out of that and entered the arena of individuals. It virtually seems that the world of humans is way harder to comprehend than the entire universe.But I stayed with it, and within the process of being a technologist, an inventor, and an entrepreneur, I’ve learned rather a lot about humans. What i will speak to you today is slightly little bit of what I’ve learned. Considering as I be taught about humans, I get very interested in the gaps that still remain for us as human beings and us as a civilization, relative to the challenges which can be in entrance of us. And one of those gaps that I’ve visible is round this idea, and the proposal is a rather simple one. It is the suggestion that the whole lot is hooked up. You’ve gotten usually heard this many, generally, actually.It can be an detail of nearly every religious way of life of humankind during all of historical past. But at any time when I hear individuals speak and mention this phrase that "we are all linked," they do so in a way the place it can be whatever they wish that they might believe was once actual, that it can be some thing that is summary; that it is esoteric; that it’s a factor that is unprovable, but they simply particularly desire the universe was once like that. And at present i’m right here to explain that the whole thing quite is hooked up, and now not in some abstract, esoteric approach however in an extraordinarily concrete, direct, understandable approach. And i am going to try this with three exclusive studies: a story of the heart, a narrative of the breath, and a narrative of the mind. So let’s . So all of you on this viewers today, your hearts are beating right at this second. And the cause that your hearts beat is when you consider that you must transfer this molecule by way of your blood known as hemoglobin. And hemoglobin contains this smaller molecule that is known as heme B, which is what we see over here.Now, on the heart of heme B is a single atom of iron, so in a technique, on the coronary heart of our coronary heart is this little iron atom. And this is truely relatively a critical part of the hemoglobin molecule considering the fact that this is the item that permits us to bind oxygen and transfer that via our circulatory approach. However one factor that you may not be aware of is that the one way that iron is created within the universe, is by means of supernovas and by means of supermassive stars. So the universe began with clearly no iron in any respect. Hydrogen. Helium – And most effective through the system of those stars forming, exploding, forming and exploding, was iron ready to be created that now publications by way of every certainly one of our veins. However the story doesn’t really end there. In view that – why do stars preserve forming? Sincerely, after a supernova occurs, it could be a very long time earlier than those gases come again collectively to form a star. So in an effort to understand how this works, we ought to comprehend why stars would type.Although there’s a couple different ways that stars kind, some of the robust is that this process: galactic collisions. And these are portraits from the Hubble house Telescope, they usually show by means of a series of panels – which can be honestly distinct galaxies in view that this procedure takes, like, a half of billion to one thousand million years – distinct galaxies what the process of a galactic collision would seem like. So across the top, you get the galaxies slowly coming collectively, and within the backside three frames, you see them smashing into every other, and their interstellar gases mixing, and in the procedure of doing that, they set on hearth with new big name formation across the entire galaxy, and whatever stays after the collision.Now, even right here is just not the end of the story. In view that why on the earth would galaxies collide? This doesn’t appear like a factor that will have to simply occur for no reason. So, to recognize this, we’ll have to scoot again way, far more. And here we’re on the degree of seeing about a hundred,000 galaxies. So last slide, two galaxies. This slide, a hundred,000 galaxies. Each such a dots here’s a galaxy that is in our supercluster. And we’re that pink dot over here, the place it says, "you’re right here." And these glowing traces aren’t galaxies. These glowing lines are the trajectories that these galaxies are going to take through gravity over the approaching billions of years on this gorgeous gravitational dance of all these galaxies swirling collectively in a gravitational constitution that we name Laniakea, which in Hawaiian manner the immeasurable heaven. And it’s this procedure, the gravitational dance of one hundred,000 galaxies swirling together, which drive the system of galaxies colliding, which pressure massive star formation, which pressure the procedure of creating the iron that publications by way of each considered one of our veins with each heartbeat.And in this manner, every body of our heartbeats is hooked up. Now we’re going to transfer to a 2d story. And this story is ready breath. Taking a deep breath is among the simplest methods to connect with our own bodies – a deeply grounded, calming breath. But taking a deep breath used to be no longer some thing that used to be possible on this earth three billion years ago. On this slide, we’ve the composition of the surroundings of the earth for the period of that time period. We had concerning the same quantity of nitrogen, however we had virtually no oxygen at all. So you possibly can be taking a breath in vain three billion years ago. And we virtually had a big amount of carbon dioxide. And the online result was once an almost inhabitable planet. The only organisms that might exist that point had been single-celled organisms inside stromatolites and different closed areas. Now, fortunately for us, a kind of organisms that used to be alive at the moment was once some thing called a cyanobacteria. That’s a image of it in the heritage.And this organism has the certain trick that we call "photosynthesis," the potential to move take vigour from the solar and transform carbon dioxide into oxygen. And over the path of billions of years, so beginning from two and a half billion years ago, step by step these micro organism unfold throughout the planet and changed all that carbon dioxide in the air into the oxygen that we have. And it used to be an extraordinarily sluggish procedure. First, they had to saturate the seas, then they needed to saturate the oxygen that the earth would soak up, and most effective then, subsequently, would oxygen begin to build up within the surroundings. So that you see, simply after about 900 million years in the past, oxygen begins to construct up in the surroundings.And about 600 million years in the past, some thing relatively effective occurs. The ozone layer types from the oxygen that has been launched in the surroundings. And it feels like a small deal, like we talked about the ozone a couple decades ago, however it without a doubt turns out that before the ozone layer existed, earth was once now not particularly able to preserve difficult, multicellular existence. We had single-celled organisms, we had a few easy, multicellular organisms, however we did not really have anything like you or me. And rapidly after the ozone layer came into position, the earth was in a position to preserve elaborate multicellular lifestyles. There was a Cambrian explosion of existence in the seas. And the primary plants acquired onto land. Correctly, there used to be truly no life on land ahead of that.An extra strategy to see this is, this is variety of a chart of almost always many of the animals that you guys are aware of. And right at the backside in time is the formation of the ozone layer. Like nothing that you are acquainted with today would exist without the contributions of these tiny organisms over those billions of years. And where are they now? Good certainly, they under no circumstances fairly left us. The direct descendants of the cyanobacteria have been eventually captured via vegetation. They usually’re now known as chloroplasts. So it is a zoom-in of a plant leaf – and we ordinarily ate some of these guys today – where plenty of little chloroplasts are nonetheless trapped – contributing photosynthesis and making power for the plants that proceed to be the opposite half of our lungs on the earth.And on this way, our breaths are very deeply united. Each out-breath is mirrored by the in-breath of a plant, and their out-breath is mirrored through our in-breath. I will take slightly aside here for a second with this story. Because suppose for a moment – and this is a concept scan – assume you were any such little organisms two billions 12 months ago. You probably born. You are living a couple weeks. You die. And also you variety of feel like, well, nothing really converted. I imply, I had no cause in this life. Like, the sector I came to is strictly the same as the world that I left. However what you should not have understood is that each breath that you just took contributed to the likelihood of numerous lives after you – lives that you’d in no way see, lives that we’re all part of today. And it is worth thinking that possibly the which means of our lives are clearly now not even within the scope of our figuring out. Considering it is authentic of each this sort of organisms, and it may also be genuine of us.Final story of connection is the story of the intellect. This is not "our minds are all connected in some psychic method or some scientifically unexplainable way," i am going to give an explanation for the connection of the intellect by way of the easy story of this instrument. This is a piano. And i have sincerely a just right relationship with pianos. Thanks, mom. She gave me piano lessons very early. I think you have got to if you are Asian.However – (Laughter) a beautiful thing about this instrument is it’s so nuanced and so textured and so intricate, and so much magnificence can also be comprised of it that humans can make an entire career, they are able to make an complete lifetime out of taking part in this instrument. Legit musicians, concert pianists get to grasp this instrument deeply, intimately. And by way of it, they’re equipped to create with sound in a method that just dazzles us, and challenges us, and deepens us. However if you have been to seem into the mind of a live performance pianist, and also you used all of the latest ways of imaging it, an interesting thing that you would see is how much of their brain is actually dedicated to this instrument.The capability to coordinate ten fingers. The ability to work the pedal. The sensation of the sound. The understanding of tune conception. All these matters are represented as unique patterns and buildings in the mind. And now that you have that idea to your mind, appreciate that this gorgeous pattern and structure of idea in the mind was not possible even only a couple hundred years in the past. Since the piano was once no longer invented until the yr 1700. This gorgeous pattern of concept in the mind failed to exist 5,000 years ago. And on this way, the skill of the piano, the connection to the piano, the beauty that comes from it used to be now not a thinkable idea until very, very lately in human history. And the invention of the piano itself was no longer an impartial concept. It required a depth of mechanical engineering. It required the history of stringed instruments. It required so many patterns and structures of suggestion that led to the probability of its invention after which the possibility of the mastery of its play. And it leads me to a inspiration i might like to share with you guys, which I name "The Palette of Being." due to the fact that every person are born into this life having available to us the experiences of humanity that has come up to now.We almost always are only ready to color with the patterns of ideas and the approaches of being that existed earlier than. So if the piano and the best way of enjoying it is a manner of being, this is a way of being that didn’t exist for individuals 5,000 years ago. It used to be a color in the Palette of Being that you couldn’t paint with. In this day and age if you’re born, that you could certainly gain knowledge of the ability; which you could learn to be a pc scientist, one more colour that used to be now not to be had only a couple hundred years ago. And our lives are particularly wonderful for the following intent. We’re born into this lifestyles. We have now the potential to go make this targeted painting with the colours of being which can be around us on the factor of our delivery.But in the approach of existence, we even have the exact possibility to create a new colour. And that could come from the invention of a new thing. A self-driving car. A piano. A computer. It could come from the best way that you simply express your self as a person. It might come from a section of art work that you simply create. Each one of these approaches of being, these things that we put out into the world via the creative system of mixing collectively all the different things that existed at the factor that we had been born, permit us to broaden the Palette of Being for all of society after us. And this leads me to a quite simple technique to go body the whole lot that we now have talked about today.Considering that I think a variety of us understand that we exist in this form of the marvelous universe, however we consider about this universe as we’re this tiny, unimportant factor, there is this huge bodily universe, and within it, there’s the biosphere, and inside of that, that’s society, and inside us, we’re only one individual out of seven billion people, and how do we subject? And we consider about this as like a container relationship, where all the goodness comes from the external to the inside, and there may be nothing quite unique about us.But the Palette of Being says the opposite. It says that the best way that we are in our lives, the way that we affect our friends and our family, to change the best way that they’re equipped to paint someday, starts offevolved to vary the way that communities then have an effect on society, the best way that society could then influence its relationship to the biosphere, and the way that the biosphere could then influence the bodily planet and the universe itself. And if it’s a feasible factor for cyanobacteria to absolutely develop into the bodily atmosphere of our planet, it’s definitely a feasible factor for us to do the identical thing. And it results in a particularly important question for the way in which that we’ll do this, the way wherein we’re going to do this. On account that now we have been given this robust reward of recognition. And due to the fact that of this present, now we have the capability to deeply realize our connectedness, in the way we have not visible other animals having the possibility to take action. And considering we are able to deeply appreciate our connectedness, we are the ones which have the determination on how we will go use that skills, how we will go use it to construct our societies and to shape our lives.I believe the rationale that the entire spiritual traditions have obtained this inspiration of "we’re all connected inside of it" is due to the fact that the societies that without a doubt deeply undertake this suggestion are the ones that over time deepen their level of consideration, deepen their stage of expression, deepen their level of understanding for every different. That is the motive that this proposal pops up time and again at the core of spiritual traditions. And i am hoping by way of this speak you see that the rationale that it seems on the core of science is it’s surely anything that’s just literally actual of the physical universe at each single level of organization and each single manifestation of topic, power, and life.So i’d like us all to return along side this skills and comprehend this actuality about how the universe is, that considering that our hearts, our breath, and our mind are connected on this method, we need to venture ourselves to understand what it approach to live from this reality. Thank you. (Applause) .

Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

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Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

Translator: Queenie Lee Reviewer: Rhonda Jacobs hey. (viewers) hi there. My name is Tom Chi, and ever for the reason that I used to be a younger child, I used to be decided to understand how the complete universe worked, and that fascination led me to my first job, at age 15 – I did astrophysical study with the Harvard-Smithsonian Observatory in lively galactic nuclei. Now, years after being a scientist and astrophysicist, I slowly sort of matured out of that and entered the arena of individuals. It virtually seems that the world of humans is way harder to comprehend than the entire universe.But I stayed with it, and within the process of being a technologist, an inventor, and an entrepreneur, I’ve learned rather a lot about humans. What i will speak to you today is slightly little bit of what I’ve learned. Considering as I be taught about humans, I get very interested in the gaps that still remain for us as human beings and us as a civilization, relative to the challenges which can be in entrance of us. And one of those gaps that I’ve visible is round this idea, and the proposal is a rather simple one. It is the suggestion that the whole lot is hooked up. You’ve gotten usually heard this many, generally, actually.It can be an detail of nearly every religious way of life of humankind during all of historical past. But at any time when I hear individuals speak and mention this phrase that "we are all linked," they do so in a way the place it can be whatever they wish that they might believe was once actual, that it can be some thing that is summary; that it is esoteric; that it’s a factor that is unprovable, but they simply particularly desire the universe was once like that. And at present i’m right here to explain that the whole thing quite is hooked up, and now not in some abstract, esoteric approach however in an extraordinarily concrete, direct, understandable approach. And i am going to try this with three exclusive studies: a story of the heart, a narrative of the breath, and a narrative of the mind. So let’s . So all of you on this viewers today, your hearts are beating right at this second. And the cause that your hearts beat is when you consider that you must transfer this molecule by way of your blood known as hemoglobin. And hemoglobin contains this smaller molecule that is known as heme B, which is what we see over here.Now, on the heart of heme B is a single atom of iron, so in a technique, on the coronary heart of our coronary heart is this little iron atom. And this is truely relatively a critical part of the hemoglobin molecule considering the fact that this is the item that permits us to bind oxygen and transfer that via our circulatory approach. However one factor that you may not be aware of is that the one way that iron is created within the universe, is by means of supernovas and by means of supermassive stars. So the universe began with clearly no iron in any respect. Hydrogen. Helium – And most effective through the system of those stars forming, exploding, forming and exploding, was iron ready to be created that now publications by way of every certainly one of our veins. However the story doesn’t really end there. In view that – why do stars preserve forming? Sincerely, after a supernova occurs, it could be a very long time earlier than those gases come again collectively to form a star. So in an effort to understand how this works, we ought to comprehend why stars would type.Although there’s a couple different ways that stars kind, some of the robust is that this process: galactic collisions. And these are portraits from the Hubble house Telescope, they usually show by means of a series of panels – which can be honestly distinct galaxies in view that this procedure takes, like, a half of billion to one thousand million years – distinct galaxies what the process of a galactic collision would seem like. So across the top, you get the galaxies slowly coming collectively, and within the backside three frames, you see them smashing into every other, and their interstellar gases mixing, and in the procedure of doing that, they set on hearth with new big name formation across the entire galaxy, and whatever stays after the collision.Now, even right here is just not the end of the story. In view that why on the earth would galaxies collide? This doesn’t appear like a factor that will have to simply occur for no reason. So, to recognize this, we’ll have to scoot again way, far more. And here we’re on the degree of seeing about a hundred,000 galaxies. So last slide, two galaxies. This slide, a hundred,000 galaxies. Each such a dots here’s a galaxy that is in our supercluster. And we’re that pink dot over here, the place it says, "you’re right here." And these glowing traces aren’t galaxies. These glowing lines are the trajectories that these galaxies are going to take through gravity over the approaching billions of years on this gorgeous gravitational dance of all these galaxies swirling collectively in a gravitational constitution that we name Laniakea, which in Hawaiian manner the immeasurable heaven. And it’s this procedure, the gravitational dance of one hundred,000 galaxies swirling together, which drive the system of galaxies colliding, which pressure massive star formation, which pressure the procedure of creating the iron that publications by way of each considered one of our veins with each heartbeat.And in this manner, every body of our heartbeats is hooked up. Now we’re going to transfer to a 2d story. And this story is ready breath. Taking a deep breath is among the simplest methods to connect with our own bodies – a deeply grounded, calming breath. But taking a deep breath used to be no longer some thing that used to be possible on this earth three billion years ago. On this slide, we’ve the composition of the surroundings of the earth for the period of that time period. We had concerning the same quantity of nitrogen, however we had virtually no oxygen at all. So you possibly can be taking a breath in vain three billion years ago. And we virtually had a big amount of carbon dioxide. And the online result was once an almost inhabitable planet. The only organisms that might exist that point had been single-celled organisms inside stromatolites and different closed areas. Now, fortunately for us, a kind of organisms that used to be alive at the moment was once some thing called a cyanobacteria. That’s a image of it in the heritage.And this organism has the certain trick that we call "photosynthesis," the potential to move take vigour from the solar and transform carbon dioxide into oxygen. And over the path of billions of years, so beginning from two and a half billion years ago, step by step these micro organism unfold throughout the planet and changed all that carbon dioxide in the air into the oxygen that we have. And it used to be an extraordinarily sluggish procedure. First, they had to saturate the seas, then they needed to saturate the oxygen that the earth would soak up, and most effective then, subsequently, would oxygen begin to build up within the surroundings. So that you see, simply after about 900 million years in the past, oxygen begins to construct up in the surroundings.And about 600 million years in the past, some thing relatively effective occurs. The ozone layer types from the oxygen that has been launched in the surroundings. And it feels like a small deal, like we talked about the ozone a couple decades ago, however it without a doubt turns out that before the ozone layer existed, earth was once now not particularly able to preserve difficult, multicellular existence. We had single-celled organisms, we had a few easy, multicellular organisms, however we did not really have anything like you or me. And rapidly after the ozone layer came into position, the earth was in a position to preserve elaborate multicellular lifestyles. There was a Cambrian explosion of existence in the seas. And the primary plants acquired onto land. Correctly, there used to be truly no life on land ahead of that.An extra strategy to see this is, this is variety of a chart of almost always many of the animals that you guys are aware of. And right at the backside in time is the formation of the ozone layer. Like nothing that you are acquainted with today would exist without the contributions of these tiny organisms over those billions of years. And where are they now? Good certainly, they under no circumstances fairly left us. The direct descendants of the cyanobacteria have been eventually captured via vegetation. They usually’re now known as chloroplasts. So it is a zoom-in of a plant leaf – and we ordinarily ate some of these guys today – where plenty of little chloroplasts are nonetheless trapped – contributing photosynthesis and making power for the plants that proceed to be the opposite half of our lungs on the earth.And on this way, our breaths are very deeply united. Each out-breath is mirrored by the in-breath of a plant, and their out-breath is mirrored through our in-breath. I will take slightly aside here for a second with this story. Because suppose for a moment – and this is a concept scan – assume you were any such little organisms two billions 12 months ago. You probably born. You are living a couple weeks. You die. And also you variety of feel like, well, nothing really converted. I imply, I had no cause in this life. Like, the sector I came to is strictly the same as the world that I left. However what you should not have understood is that each breath that you just took contributed to the likelihood of numerous lives after you – lives that you’d in no way see, lives that we’re all part of today. And it is worth thinking that possibly the which means of our lives are clearly now not even within the scope of our figuring out. Considering it is authentic of each this sort of organisms, and it may also be genuine of us.Final story of connection is the story of the intellect. This is not "our minds are all connected in some psychic method or some scientifically unexplainable way," i am going to give an explanation for the connection of the intellect by way of the easy story of this instrument. This is a piano. And i have sincerely a just right relationship with pianos. Thanks, mom. She gave me piano lessons very early. I think you have got to if you are Asian.However – (Laughter) a beautiful thing about this instrument is it’s so nuanced and so textured and so intricate, and so much magnificence can also be comprised of it that humans can make an entire career, they are able to make an complete lifetime out of taking part in this instrument. Legit musicians, concert pianists get to grasp this instrument deeply, intimately. And by way of it, they’re equipped to create with sound in a method that just dazzles us, and challenges us, and deepens us. However if you have been to seem into the mind of a live performance pianist, and also you used all of the latest ways of imaging it, an interesting thing that you would see is how much of their brain is actually dedicated to this instrument.The capability to coordinate ten fingers. The ability to work the pedal. The sensation of the sound. The understanding of tune conception. All these matters are represented as unique patterns and buildings in the mind. And now that you have that idea to your mind, appreciate that this gorgeous pattern and structure of idea in the mind was not possible even only a couple hundred years in the past. Since the piano was once no longer invented until the yr 1700. This gorgeous pattern of concept in the mind failed to exist 5,000 years ago. And on this way, the skill of the piano, the connection to the piano, the beauty that comes from it used to be now not a thinkable idea until very, very lately in human history. And the invention of the piano itself was no longer an impartial concept. It required a depth of mechanical engineering. It required the history of stringed instruments. It required so many patterns and structures of suggestion that led to the probability of its invention after which the possibility of the mastery of its play. And it leads me to a inspiration i might like to share with you guys, which I name "The Palette of Being." due to the fact that every person are born into this life having available to us the experiences of humanity that has come up to now.We almost always are only ready to color with the patterns of ideas and the approaches of being that existed earlier than. So if the piano and the best way of enjoying it is a manner of being, this is a way of being that didn’t exist for individuals 5,000 years ago. It used to be a color in the Palette of Being that you couldn’t paint with. In this day and age if you’re born, that you could certainly gain knowledge of the ability; which you could learn to be a pc scientist, one more colour that used to be now not to be had only a couple hundred years ago. And our lives are particularly wonderful for the following intent. We’re born into this lifestyles. We have now the potential to go make this targeted painting with the colours of being which can be around us on the factor of our delivery.But in the approach of existence, we even have the exact possibility to create a new colour. And that could come from the invention of a new thing. A self-driving car. A piano. A computer. It could come from the best way that you simply express your self as a person. It might come from a section of art work that you simply create. Each one of these approaches of being, these things that we put out into the world via the creative system of mixing collectively all the different things that existed at the factor that we had been born, permit us to broaden the Palette of Being for all of society after us. And this leads me to a quite simple technique to go body the whole lot that we now have talked about today.Considering that I think a variety of us understand that we exist in this form of the marvelous universe, however we consider about this universe as we’re this tiny, unimportant factor, there is this huge bodily universe, and within it, there’s the biosphere, and inside of that, that’s society, and inside us, we’re only one individual out of seven billion people, and how do we subject? And we consider about this as like a container relationship, where all the goodness comes from the external to the inside, and there may be nothing quite unique about us.But the Palette of Being says the opposite. It says that the best way that we are in our lives, the way that we affect our friends and our family, to change the best way that they’re equipped to paint someday, starts offevolved to vary the way that communities then have an effect on society, the best way that society could then influence its relationship to the biosphere, and the way that the biosphere could then influence the bodily planet and the universe itself. And if it’s a feasible factor for cyanobacteria to absolutely develop into the bodily atmosphere of our planet, it’s definitely a feasible factor for us to do the identical thing. And it results in a particularly important question for the way in which that we’ll do this, the way wherein we’re going to do this. On account that now we have been given this robust reward of recognition. And due to the fact that of this present, now we have the capability to deeply realize our connectedness, in the way we have not visible other animals having the possibility to take action. And considering we are able to deeply appreciate our connectedness, we are the ones which have the determination on how we will go use that skills, how we will go use it to construct our societies and to shape our lives.I believe the rationale that the entire spiritual traditions have obtained this inspiration of "we’re all connected inside of it" is due to the fact that the societies that without a doubt deeply undertake this suggestion are the ones that over time deepen their level of consideration, deepen their stage of expression, deepen their level of understanding for every different. That is the motive that this proposal pops up time and again at the core of spiritual traditions. And i am hoping by way of this speak you see that the rationale that it seems on the core of science is it’s surely anything that’s just literally actual of the physical universe at each single level of organization and each single manifestation of topic, power, and life.So i’d like us all to return along side this skills and comprehend this actuality about how the universe is, that considering that our hearts, our breath, and our mind are connected on this method, we need to venture ourselves to understand what it approach to live from this reality. Thank you. (Applause) .

“We are each half of something greater, as the legends say.

we are both carved in lockstep pieces. and when the bones of our fingers tangle like jigsaw puzzles i swear upon the sun and the moon and everything bright in the sky that all my jagged lines could find home between yours,      and all your frayed edges could find comfort next to mine.

it’s a pity, my beloved half,       that greater does not always mean better,       or even good.

it’s a pity, my beloved half,      that two halves don’t always make a whole     and two puzzles pieces don’t always fit in one picture     and two hearts that beat together don’t always cease together. 

it’s such a pity, my beloved half,       sometimes two halves can make a whole heart                                                                   a whole story but sometimes, my beloved,  sometimes, two halves to not come together so much as collide and all the spaces between them go up in flames like a volcano      like a burning star exploding into supernova: merciless. brilliant. blinding. deadly. 

and what, the legends ask, is left in the aftermath? why, my beloved half,  we picked up the shattered pieces of it all–      of you, of me, of the world we burned in the spaces between us– we cradled their serrated edges in the nest of our joined hands we anointed them in the bloody rivers in the creases of our palms.

oh, and we kissed those broken-glass pieces,       and we called it love. oh, and we swallowed those broken-glass pieces      and we called it remembrance.  oh, and we whispered with broken-glass voices,      and we called it holy.

and one day, my beloved half, they will bury the broken-glass pieces–      of you, of me, of the world we held in the spaces between us– and they will call it history.”

- two halves of another apocalypse ( j.p. )

This is another poetry idea. All my poems have a certain genre, which is that of love, lost and regret. I feel that the love, lost and regret poetry would be easier to convey and I feel that I would be able to get more video footage for it. And also make the video more interesting for the person watching.  

Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

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Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

Translator: Queenie Lee Reviewer: Rhonda Jacobs hey. (viewers) hi there. My name is Tom Chi, and ever for the reason that I used to be a younger child, I used to be decided to understand how the complete universe worked, and that fascination led me to my first job, at age 15 – I did astrophysical study with the Harvard-Smithsonian Observatory in lively galactic nuclei. Now, years after being a scientist and astrophysicist, I slowly sort of matured out of that and entered the arena of individuals. It virtually seems that the world of humans is way harder to comprehend than the entire universe.But I stayed with it, and within the process of being a technologist, an inventor, and an entrepreneur, I’ve learned rather a lot about humans. What i will speak to you today is slightly little bit of what I’ve learned. Considering as I be taught about humans, I get very interested in the gaps that still remain for us as human beings and us as a civilization, relative to the challenges which can be in entrance of us. And one of those gaps that I’ve visible is round this idea, and the proposal is a rather simple one. It is the suggestion that the whole lot is hooked up. You’ve gotten usually heard this many, generally, actually.It can be an detail of nearly every religious way of life of humankind during all of historical past. But at any time when I hear individuals speak and mention this phrase that "we are all linked," they do so in a way the place it can be whatever they wish that they might believe was once actual, that it can be some thing that is summary; that it is esoteric; that it’s a factor that is unprovable, but they simply particularly desire the universe was once like that. And at present i’m right here to explain that the whole thing quite is hooked up, and now not in some abstract, esoteric approach however in an extraordinarily concrete, direct, understandable approach. And i am going to try this with three exclusive studies: a story of the heart, a narrative of the breath, and a narrative of the mind. So let’s . So all of you on this viewers today, your hearts are beating right at this second. And the cause that your hearts beat is when you consider that you must transfer this molecule by way of your blood known as hemoglobin. And hemoglobin contains this smaller molecule that is known as heme B, which is what we see over here.Now, on the heart of heme B is a single atom of iron, so in a technique, on the coronary heart of our coronary heart is this little iron atom. And this is truely relatively a critical part of the hemoglobin molecule considering the fact that this is the item that permits us to bind oxygen and transfer that via our circulatory approach. However one factor that you may not be aware of is that the one way that iron is created within the universe, is by means of supernovas and by means of supermassive stars. So the universe began with clearly no iron in any respect. Hydrogen. Helium – And most effective through the system of those stars forming, exploding, forming and exploding, was iron ready to be created that now publications by way of every certainly one of our veins. However the story doesn’t really end there. In view that – why do stars preserve forming? Sincerely, after a supernova occurs, it could be a very long time earlier than those gases come again collectively to form a star. So in an effort to understand how this works, we ought to comprehend why stars would type.Although there’s a couple different ways that stars kind, some of the robust is that this process: galactic collisions. And these are portraits from the Hubble house Telescope, they usually show by means of a series of panels – which can be honestly distinct galaxies in view that this procedure takes, like, a half of billion to one thousand million years – distinct galaxies what the process of a galactic collision would seem like. So across the top, you get the galaxies slowly coming collectively, and within the backside three frames, you see them smashing into every other, and their interstellar gases mixing, and in the procedure of doing that, they set on hearth with new big name formation across the entire galaxy, and whatever stays after the collision.Now, even right here is just not the end of the story. In view that why on the earth would galaxies collide? This doesn’t appear like a factor that will have to simply occur for no reason. So, to recognize this, we’ll have to scoot again way, far more. And here we’re on the degree of seeing about a hundred,000 galaxies. So last slide, two galaxies. This slide, a hundred,000 galaxies. Each such a dots here’s a galaxy that is in our supercluster. And we’re that pink dot over here, the place it says, "you’re right here." And these glowing traces aren’t galaxies. These glowing lines are the trajectories that these galaxies are going to take through gravity over the approaching billions of years on this gorgeous gravitational dance of all these galaxies swirling collectively in a gravitational constitution that we name Laniakea, which in Hawaiian manner the immeasurable heaven. And it’s this procedure, the gravitational dance of one hundred,000 galaxies swirling together, which drive the system of galaxies colliding, which pressure massive star formation, which pressure the procedure of creating the iron that publications by way of each considered one of our veins with each heartbeat.And in this manner, every body of our heartbeats is hooked up. Now we’re going to transfer to a 2d story. And this story is ready breath. Taking a deep breath is among the simplest methods to connect with our own bodies – a deeply grounded, calming breath. But taking a deep breath used to be no longer some thing that used to be possible on this earth three billion years ago. On this slide, we’ve the composition of the surroundings of the earth for the period of that time period. We had concerning the same quantity of nitrogen, however we had virtually no oxygen at all. So you possibly can be taking a breath in vain three billion years ago. And we virtually had a big amount of carbon dioxide. And the online result was once an almost inhabitable planet. The only organisms that might exist that point had been single-celled organisms inside stromatolites and different closed areas. Now, fortunately for us, a kind of organisms that used to be alive at the moment was once some thing called a cyanobacteria. That’s a image of it in the heritage.And this organism has the certain trick that we call "photosynthesis," the potential to move take vigour from the solar and transform carbon dioxide into oxygen. And over the path of billions of years, so beginning from two and a half billion years ago, step by step these micro organism unfold throughout the planet and changed all that carbon dioxide in the air into the oxygen that we have. And it used to be an extraordinarily sluggish procedure. First, they had to saturate the seas, then they needed to saturate the oxygen that the earth would soak up, and most effective then, subsequently, would oxygen begin to build up within the surroundings. So that you see, simply after about 900 million years in the past, oxygen begins to construct up in the surroundings.And about 600 million years in the past, some thing relatively effective occurs. The ozone layer types from the oxygen that has been launched in the surroundings. And it feels like a small deal, like we talked about the ozone a couple decades ago, however it without a doubt turns out that before the ozone layer existed, earth was once now not particularly able to preserve difficult, multicellular existence. We had single-celled organisms, we had a few easy, multicellular organisms, however we did not really have anything like you or me. And rapidly after the ozone layer came into position, the earth was in a position to preserve elaborate multicellular lifestyles. There was a Cambrian explosion of existence in the seas. And the primary plants acquired onto land. Correctly, there used to be truly no life on land ahead of that.An extra strategy to see this is, this is variety of a chart of almost always many of the animals that you guys are aware of. And right at the backside in time is the formation of the ozone layer. Like nothing that you are acquainted with today would exist without the contributions of these tiny organisms over those billions of years. And where are they now? Good certainly, they under no circumstances fairly left us. The direct descendants of the cyanobacteria have been eventually captured via vegetation. They usually’re now known as chloroplasts. So it is a zoom-in of a plant leaf – and we ordinarily ate some of these guys today – where plenty of little chloroplasts are nonetheless trapped – contributing photosynthesis and making power for the plants that proceed to be the opposite half of our lungs on the earth.And on this way, our breaths are very deeply united. Each out-breath is mirrored by the in-breath of a plant, and their out-breath is mirrored through our in-breath. I will take slightly aside here for a second with this story. Because suppose for a moment – and this is a concept scan – assume you were any such little organisms two billions 12 months ago. You probably born. You are living a couple weeks. You die. And also you variety of feel like, well, nothing really converted. I imply, I had no cause in this life. Like, the sector I came to is strictly the same as the world that I left. However what you should not have understood is that each breath that you just took contributed to the likelihood of numerous lives after you – lives that you’d in no way see, lives that we’re all part of today. And it is worth thinking that possibly the which means of our lives are clearly now not even within the scope of our figuring out. Considering it is authentic of each this sort of organisms, and it may also be genuine of us.Final story of connection is the story of the intellect. This is not "our minds are all connected in some psychic method or some scientifically unexplainable way," i am going to give an explanation for the connection of the intellect by way of the easy story of this instrument. This is a piano. And i have sincerely a just right relationship with pianos. Thanks, mom. She gave me piano lessons very early. I think you have got to if you are Asian.However – (Laughter) a beautiful thing about this instrument is it’s so nuanced and so textured and so intricate, and so much magnificence can also be comprised of it that humans can make an entire career, they are able to make an complete lifetime out of taking part in this instrument. Legit musicians, concert pianists get to grasp this instrument deeply, intimately. And by way of it, they’re equipped to create with sound in a method that just dazzles us, and challenges us, and deepens us. However if you have been to seem into the mind of a live performance pianist, and also you used all of the latest ways of imaging it, an interesting thing that you would see is how much of their brain is actually dedicated to this instrument.The capability to coordinate ten fingers. The ability to work the pedal. The sensation of the sound. The understanding of tune conception. All these matters are represented as unique patterns and buildings in the mind. And now that you have that idea to your mind, appreciate that this gorgeous pattern and structure of idea in the mind was not possible even only a couple hundred years in the past. Since the piano was once no longer invented until the yr 1700. This gorgeous pattern of concept in the mind failed to exist 5,000 years ago. And on this way, the skill of the piano, the connection to the piano, the beauty that comes from it used to be now not a thinkable idea until very, very lately in human history. And the invention of the piano itself was no longer an impartial concept. It required a depth of mechanical engineering. It required the history of stringed instruments. It required so many patterns and structures of suggestion that led to the probability of its invention after which the possibility of the mastery of its play. And it leads me to a inspiration i might like to share with you guys, which I name "The Palette of Being." due to the fact that every person are born into this life having available to us the experiences of humanity that has come up to now.We almost always are only ready to color with the patterns of ideas and the approaches of being that existed earlier than. So if the piano and the best way of enjoying it is a manner of being, this is a way of being that didn’t exist for individuals 5,000 years ago. It used to be a color in the Palette of Being that you couldn’t paint with. In this day and age if you’re born, that you could certainly gain knowledge of the ability; which you could learn to be a pc scientist, one more colour that used to be now not to be had only a couple hundred years ago. And our lives are particularly wonderful for the following intent. We’re born into this lifestyles. We have now the potential to go make this targeted painting with the colours of being which can be around us on the factor of our delivery.But in the approach of existence, we even have the exact possibility to create a new colour. And that could come from the invention of a new thing. A self-driving car. A piano. A computer. It could come from the best way that you simply express your self as a person. It might come from a section of art work that you simply create. Each one of these approaches of being, these things that we put out into the world via the creative system of mixing collectively all the different things that existed at the factor that we had been born, permit us to broaden the Palette of Being for all of society after us. And this leads me to a quite simple technique to go body the whole lot that we now have talked about today.Considering that I think a variety of us understand that we exist in this form of the marvelous universe, however we consider about this universe as we’re this tiny, unimportant factor, there is this huge bodily universe, and within it, there’s the biosphere, and inside of that, that’s society, and inside us, we’re only one individual out of seven billion people, and how do we subject? And we consider about this as like a container relationship, where all the goodness comes from the external to the inside, and there may be nothing quite unique about us.But the Palette of Being says the opposite. It says that the best way that we are in our lives, the way that we affect our friends and our family, to change the best way that they’re equipped to paint someday, starts offevolved to vary the way that communities then have an effect on society, the best way that society could then influence its relationship to the biosphere, and the way that the biosphere could then influence the bodily planet and the universe itself. And if it’s a feasible factor for cyanobacteria to absolutely develop into the bodily atmosphere of our planet, it’s definitely a feasible factor for us to do the identical thing. And it results in a particularly important question for the way in which that we’ll do this, the way wherein we’re going to do this. On account that now we have been given this robust reward of recognition. And due to the fact that of this present, now we have the capability to deeply realize our connectedness, in the way we have not visible other animals having the possibility to take action. And considering we are able to deeply appreciate our connectedness, we are the ones which have the determination on how we will go use that skills, how we will go use it to construct our societies and to shape our lives.I believe the rationale that the entire spiritual traditions have obtained this inspiration of "we’re all connected inside of it" is due to the fact that the societies that without a doubt deeply undertake this suggestion are the ones that over time deepen their level of consideration, deepen their stage of expression, deepen their level of understanding for every different. That is the motive that this proposal pops up time and again at the core of spiritual traditions. And i am hoping by way of this speak you see that the rationale that it seems on the core of science is it’s surely anything that’s just literally actual of the physical universe at each single level of organization and each single manifestation of topic, power, and life.So i’d like us all to return along side this skills and comprehend this actuality about how the universe is, that considering that our hearts, our breath, and our mind are connected on this method, we need to venture ourselves to understand what it approach to live from this reality. Thank you. (Applause) .

Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

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Everything is Connected -- Here's How: | Tom Chi | TEDxTaipei

Translator: Queenie Lee Reviewer: Rhonda Jacobs hey. (viewers) hi there. My name is Tom Chi, and ever for the reason that I used to be a younger child, I used to be decided to understand how the complete universe worked, and that fascination led me to my first job, at age 15 – I did astrophysical study with the Harvard-Smithsonian Observatory in lively galactic nuclei. Now, years after being a scientist and astrophysicist, I slowly sort of matured out of that and entered the arena of individuals. It virtually seems that the world of humans is way harder to comprehend than the entire universe.But I stayed with it, and within the process of being a technologist, an inventor, and an entrepreneur, I’ve learned rather a lot about humans. What i will speak to you today is slightly little bit of what I’ve learned. Considering as I be taught about humans, I get very interested in the gaps that still remain for us as human beings and us as a civilization, relative to the challenges which can be in entrance of us. And one of those gaps that I’ve visible is round this idea, and the proposal is a rather simple one. It is the suggestion that the whole lot is hooked up. You’ve gotten usually heard this many, generally, actually.It can be an detail of nearly every religious way of life of humankind during all of historical past. But at any time when I hear individuals speak and mention this phrase that "we are all linked," they do so in a way the place it can be whatever they wish that they might believe was once actual, that it can be some thing that is summary; that it is esoteric; that it’s a factor that is unprovable, but they simply particularly desire the universe was once like that. And at present i’m right here to explain that the whole thing quite is hooked up, and now not in some abstract, esoteric approach however in an extraordinarily concrete, direct, understandable approach. And i am going to try this with three exclusive studies: a story of the heart, a narrative of the breath, and a narrative of the mind. So let’s . So all of you on this viewers today, your hearts are beating right at this second. And the cause that your hearts beat is when you consider that you must transfer this molecule by way of your blood known as hemoglobin. And hemoglobin contains this smaller molecule that is known as heme B, which is what we see over here.Now, on the heart of heme B is a single atom of iron, so in a technique, on the coronary heart of our coronary heart is this little iron atom. And this is truely relatively a critical part of the hemoglobin molecule considering the fact that this is the item that permits us to bind oxygen and transfer that via our circulatory approach. However one factor that you may not be aware of is that the one way that iron is created within the universe, is by means of supernovas and by means of supermassive stars. So the universe began with clearly no iron in any respect. Hydrogen. Helium – And most effective through the system of those stars forming, exploding, forming and exploding, was iron ready to be created that now publications by way of every certainly one of our veins. However the story doesn’t really end there. In view that – why do stars preserve forming? Sincerely, after a supernova occurs, it could be a very long time earlier than those gases come again collectively to form a star. So in an effort to understand how this works, we ought to comprehend why stars would type.Although there’s a couple different ways that stars kind, some of the robust is that this process: galactic collisions. And these are portraits from the Hubble house Telescope, they usually show by means of a series of panels – which can be honestly distinct galaxies in view that this procedure takes, like, a half of billion to one thousand million years – distinct galaxies what the process of a galactic collision would seem like. So across the top, you get the galaxies slowly coming collectively, and within the backside three frames, you see them smashing into every other, and their interstellar gases mixing, and in the procedure of doing that, they set on hearth with new big name formation across the entire galaxy, and whatever stays after the collision.Now, even right here is just not the end of the story. In view that why on the earth would galaxies collide? This doesn’t appear like a factor that will have to simply occur for no reason. So, to recognize this, we’ll have to scoot again way, far more. And here we’re on the degree of seeing about a hundred,000 galaxies. So last slide, two galaxies. This slide, a hundred,000 galaxies. Each such a dots here’s a galaxy that is in our supercluster. And we’re that pink dot over here, the place it says, "you’re right here." And these glowing traces aren’t galaxies. These glowing lines are the trajectories that these galaxies are going to take through gravity over the approaching billions of years on this gorgeous gravitational dance of all these galaxies swirling collectively in a gravitational constitution that we name Laniakea, which in Hawaiian manner the immeasurable heaven. And it’s this procedure, the gravitational dance of one hundred,000 galaxies swirling together, which drive the system of galaxies colliding, which pressure massive star formation, which pressure the procedure of creating the iron that publications by way of each considered one of our veins with each heartbeat.And in this manner, every body of our heartbeats is hooked up. Now we’re going to transfer to a 2d story. And this story is ready breath. Taking a deep breath is among the simplest methods to connect with our own bodies – a deeply grounded, calming breath. But taking a deep breath used to be no longer some thing that used to be possible on this earth three billion years ago. On this slide, we’ve the composition of the surroundings of the earth for the period of that time period. We had concerning the same quantity of nitrogen, however we had virtually no oxygen at all. So you possibly can be taking a breath in vain three billion years ago. And we virtually had a big amount of carbon dioxide. And the online result was once an almost inhabitable planet. The only organisms that might exist that point had been single-celled organisms inside stromatolites and different closed areas. Now, fortunately for us, a kind of organisms that used to be alive at the moment was once some thing called a cyanobacteria. That’s a image of it in the heritage.And this organism has the certain trick that we call "photosynthesis," the potential to move take vigour from the solar and transform carbon dioxide into oxygen. And over the path of billions of years, so beginning from two and a half billion years ago, step by step these micro organism unfold throughout the planet and changed all that carbon dioxide in the air into the oxygen that we have. And it used to be an extraordinarily sluggish procedure. First, they had to saturate the seas, then they needed to saturate the oxygen that the earth would soak up, and most effective then, subsequently, would oxygen begin to build up within the surroundings. So that you see, simply after about 900 million years in the past, oxygen begins to construct up in the surroundings.And about 600 million years in the past, some thing relatively effective occurs. The ozone layer types from the oxygen that has been launched in the surroundings. And it feels like a small deal, like we talked about the ozone a couple decades ago, however it without a doubt turns out that before the ozone layer existed, earth was once now not particularly able to preserve difficult, multicellular existence. We had single-celled organisms, we had a few easy, multicellular organisms, however we did not really have anything like you or me. And rapidly after the ozone layer came into position, the earth was in a position to preserve elaborate multicellular lifestyles. There was a Cambrian explosion of existence in the seas. And the primary plants acquired onto land. Correctly, there used to be truly no life on land ahead of that.An extra strategy to see this is, this is variety of a chart of almost always many of the animals that you guys are aware of. And right at the backside in time is the formation of the ozone layer. Like nothing that you are acquainted with today would exist without the contributions of these tiny organisms over those billions of years. And where are they now? Good certainly, they under no circumstances fairly left us. The direct descendants of the cyanobacteria have been eventually captured via vegetation. They usually’re now known as chloroplasts. So it is a zoom-in of a plant leaf – and we ordinarily ate some of these guys today – where plenty of little chloroplasts are nonetheless trapped – contributing photosynthesis and making power for the plants that proceed to be the opposite half of our lungs on the earth.And on this way, our breaths are very deeply united. Each out-breath is mirrored by the in-breath of a plant, and their out-breath is mirrored through our in-breath. I will take slightly aside here for a second with this story. Because suppose for a moment – and this is a concept scan – assume you were any such little organisms two billions 12 months ago. You probably born. You are living a couple weeks. You die. And also you variety of feel like, well, nothing really converted. I imply, I had no cause in this life. Like, the sector I came to is strictly the same as the world that I left. However what you should not have understood is that each breath that you just took contributed to the likelihood of numerous lives after you – lives that you’d in no way see, lives that we’re all part of today. And it is worth thinking that possibly the which means of our lives are clearly now not even within the scope of our figuring out. Considering it is authentic of each this sort of organisms, and it may also be genuine of us.Final story of connection is the story of the intellect. This is not "our minds are all connected in some psychic method or some scientifically unexplainable way," i am going to give an explanation for the connection of the intellect by way of the easy story of this instrument. This is a piano. And i have sincerely a just right relationship with pianos. Thanks, mom. She gave me piano lessons very early. I think you have got to if you are Asian.However – (Laughter) a beautiful thing about this instrument is it’s so nuanced and so textured and so intricate, and so much magnificence can also be comprised of it that humans can make an entire career, they are able to make an complete lifetime out of taking part in this instrument. Legit musicians, concert pianists get to grasp this instrument deeply, intimately. And by way of it, they’re equipped to create with sound in a method that just dazzles us, and challenges us, and deepens us. However if you have been to seem into the mind of a live performance pianist, and also you used all of the latest ways of imaging it, an interesting thing that you would see is how much of their brain is actually dedicated to this instrument.The capability to coordinate ten fingers. The ability to work the pedal. The sensation of the sound. The understanding of tune conception. All these matters are represented as unique patterns and buildings in the mind. And now that you have that idea to your mind, appreciate that this gorgeous pattern and structure of idea in the mind was not possible even only a couple hundred years in the past. Since the piano was once no longer invented until the yr 1700. This gorgeous pattern of concept in the mind failed to exist 5,000 years ago. And on this way, the skill of the piano, the connection to the piano, the beauty that comes from it used to be now not a thinkable idea until very, very lately in human history. And the invention of the piano itself was no longer an impartial concept. It required a depth of mechanical engineering. It required the history of stringed instruments. It required so many patterns and structures of suggestion that led to the probability of its invention after which the possibility of the mastery of its play. And it leads me to a inspiration i might like to share with you guys, which I name "The Palette of Being." due to the fact that every person are born into this life having available to us the experiences of humanity that has come up to now.We almost always are only ready to color with the patterns of ideas and the approaches of being that existed earlier than. So if the piano and the best way of enjoying it is a manner of being, this is a way of being that didn’t exist for individuals 5,000 years ago. It used to be a color in the Palette of Being that you couldn’t paint with. In this day and age if you’re born, that you could certainly gain knowledge of the ability; which you could learn to be a pc scientist, one more colour that used to be now not to be had only a couple hundred years ago. And our lives are particularly wonderful for the following intent. We’re born into this lifestyles. We have now the potential to go make this targeted painting with the colours of being which can be around us on the factor of our delivery.But in the approach of existence, we even have the exact possibility to create a new colour. And that could come from the invention of a new thing. A self-driving car. A piano. A computer. It could come from the best way that you simply express your self as a person. It might come from a section of art work that you simply create. Each one of these approaches of being, these things that we put out into the world via the creative system of mixing collectively all the different things that existed at the factor that we had been born, permit us to broaden the Palette of Being for all of society after us. And this leads me to a quite simple technique to go body the whole lot that we now have talked about today.Considering that I think a variety of us understand that we exist in this form of the marvelous universe, however we consider about this universe as we’re this tiny, unimportant factor, there is this huge bodily universe, and within it, there’s the biosphere, and inside of that, that’s society, and inside us, we’re only one individual out of seven billion people, and how do we subject? And we consider about this as like a container relationship, where all the goodness comes from the external to the inside, and there may be nothing quite unique about us.But the Palette of Being says the opposite. It says that the best way that we are in our lives, the way that we affect our friends and our family, to change the best way that they’re equipped to paint someday, starts offevolved to vary the way that communities then have an effect on society, the best way that society could then influence its relationship to the biosphere, and the way that the biosphere could then influence the bodily planet and the universe itself. And if it’s a feasible factor for cyanobacteria to absolutely develop into the bodily atmosphere of our planet, it’s definitely a feasible factor for us to do the identical thing. And it results in a particularly important question for the way in which that we’ll do this, the way wherein we’re going to do this. On account that now we have been given this robust reward of recognition. And due to the fact that of this present, now we have the capability to deeply realize our connectedness, in the way we have not visible other animals having the possibility to take action. And considering we are able to deeply appreciate our connectedness, we are the ones which have the determination on how we will go use that skills, how we will go use it to construct our societies and to shape our lives.I believe the rationale that the entire spiritual traditions have obtained this inspiration of "we’re all connected inside of it" is due to the fact that the societies that without a doubt deeply undertake this suggestion are the ones that over time deepen their level of consideration, deepen their stage of expression, deepen their level of understanding for every different. That is the motive that this proposal pops up time and again at the core of spiritual traditions. And i am hoping by way of this speak you see that the rationale that it seems on the core of science is it’s surely anything that’s just literally actual of the physical universe at each single level of organization and each single manifestation of topic, power, and life.So i’d like us all to return along side this skills and comprehend this actuality about how the universe is, that considering that our hearts, our breath, and our mind are connected on this method, we need to venture ourselves to understand what it approach to live from this reality. Thank you. (Applause) .