We give impressions of life; gusts of wind through leaves who listen but cannot hear.

A person lives within moments, brushstrokes, garnered blotches of importance defined by whom.

Deconstruct your greatest meaning and tell me how you got there and why holding onto it defines you.

Of meaning and unmeaning (also important for objectively feeling time and its difference is important) is what people live by.

People only remember what cereal they were eating the day X happened.

More will be more; less will always be more than you'd die for.