As befits a Vida Loca Loco, I offer you no proof.
I already know that if we’re talking bout proof, you win.
My answer is always in all ways all Amor Eterno.
The only way this can be proven is through the practice and proclamation of Amor—then you know and feel where proof doesn’t matter.
There is no paradise more than this.
Reasoning is nothing more than manipulation. It tells you only a fool believes in miracles.
Reason convinces you that only a common consciousness exists for the sake of a predictable and satisfying life.
I don’t live in order to escape the showers.
I am an imperfect atom, an April Fool.
I believe in Love.