“When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

"Every type of particle in the Standard Model is associated with waves propagating in a field—just as photons are associated with waves propagating in the electromagnetic field. But for almost all types of particles, the average amplitude value of the underlying field is zero. But for the Higgs, one imagines something different. One imagines instead that there’s a nonlinear instability that’s built into the mathematical equations that govern it, that leads to a nonzero average value for the field throughout the universe."  Stephan Wolfram, Wired Science

Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

“I had killed the bird that made the breeze to blow.”

Usually I say that guilt is a useless emotion, but it propels Shelley's work and to some degree Coleridge's poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.  Although he addicted to opium at the time- the poem still holds us hostage by the surreal quality of redemption/sin coupled with the death of the albatros and the beauty and terror of the sea snakes  -to say nothing of the drowsy and dehydrated sailors. We somehow can all relate.  Why do we purposefully kill?  Is it linked  to desire?  Mary Shelley lost most of her children, but wrote about death with objectivity and empathy. Can the heart bear anything?   

What do we say of love- that it will save us from our own small destruction? that it redeem us?  it is natural, but at the same time unfathomable.