Life is Nothing but a Love Song.

Maikäfer fliegen wieder!

There is only oneself abstracting itself while remaining itself. This by itself is quite a remarkable feat indeed. So by all means, abstract all you want, but remember there's nothing here but oneself doing the abstractions and, more importantly, that any perceived separation is essentially illusory and severely lacking in one sense or another. I'll dedicate the above simplification to Eugene Wigner and all Maybugs in Love. ~ Wald Wassermann