I have always believed that somewhere within this universe,
there exists a kind of “god”, not the God nor the Buddha,
but a vast consciousness woven from every human soul,
the sum of all thought, memory, longing, grief, and love.

And perhaps we ourselves are only fragments of it,
scattered across the far reaches of the cosmos,
having forgotten the primordial laws.

I have never truly felt that I belonged to Earth,
nor to the noise and brightness of crowded human worlds.
Here, I perceive only a profound solitude and barrenness.
What is it that I am searching for...

In this immense universe, I believe that no matter what we study,
no matter what profession we devote ourselves to,
we are all trying, in our own way, to reach toward the same thing.

Directors dream through images. Writers cry out through words.
Architects raise shelters from steel and stone.

And behind all of our intricate research,
all of our technical mastery and endless refinement,
there is ultimately only one purpose:

to love.

To transcend the vast barrier we call loneliness,
and touch another soul.