In the equilibrium between gel and sol, the colloidal suspension maintains its continuity and life continues. Move the suspension too far toward gel, or too far toward sol, and life ends.

You say that milk is chesed because when you give it, you don't lose what you have. However, as you note, fire is similar, yet symbolizes gevurah. What is the difference, then, between milk and fire?

A large number can be anywhere from three to infinity

It doesn’t offer a solution so much as solidarity

(無言)

I shall name this tribute of failing-to-understand IMBARU, for it shall be as formless as the mist.

I forgot how great it feels to be me!!

This is not a coincidence because nothing is ever a coincidence.

These mice, however, could not cope with unusual stimuli. Though they looked inquisitive they were, in fact, very stupid.

It's like there's always a monster just offscreen.

There are people who know everything about what happens in the world and nothing about what happens in their own hearts!

In the velvet darkness of the blackest night, burning bright, there's a guiding star—no matter what or who you are.

I know it's a mystery meat, but it's a delicious mystery.

There are many mean people in the world. But if you, children, are not mean to each other, and teach all the other boys and girls not to be mean to anybody, perhaps we shall make the world a better place.

For just like you I made myself a work of art

In short, hurt feelings are a great deal like physical hurt. (And the next time someone says you hurt their feelings, just tell them to quit complaining and take a Tylenol!)

An inexhaustible maw into which thoughts, practices and beliefs pass and are transformed. They adopt everything, rip it apart, and make it their own.

The end of the world is sometimes just the backstory.

There always was a monster under the bed. Then one day, it came out and we've been best friends ever since.

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.

Was thine eye glancing hither? Thou needs not hide thy wonder, I am a monster after all.

Every day the world ends for someone. Lives are shattered, homes are destroyed, institutions in which we placed faith and hope are corrupted, governments totter and fall. Wars come and leave behind scarred people, ruined cities, landscapes seeded with unexploded ordinance.

And life goes on. Every day someone wakes up and realizes he is still alive. Every day someone wakes up and realizes that despite the grief, despite the horror, that she can still get back on her feet and do something to help. Every day, people throw off the guilt and the shame of surviving the end, and accept that every end--even the darkest hour of the most painful end--is a new beginning for something. And that they ALWAYS have the option of trying to make it something good

It was the greatest show on earth. But then it was over.