but life is like this, treading between the real and the surreal, and in the most stark unforgiving moments, we find solace, fantasy even, we steal moments of magic in between. this is what life is, that the universe just goes on, relentlessly, and as souls of love, as human beings, we still find spaces to love, to create, to inspire and to be inspired. We are human beings because we are capable of deriving meaning from nothing.