String theory

    What is this force that moves us? Insignificant particles on the surface of a blue dot, floating around the void... Will we ever make sense of it?
    Though so small, each of us feel like having a role in our time here.  Mine is to love. First myself,  then someone willing to love me back. Someone who would take me for whatever I grew to be...what's inside this confounded head of mine.
    My take on the matter is that it might be hard to, but not impossible.  There is someone for everybody. And we may be 180 espherical degrees from each other, but still bonded. It only takes a thread to stitch two people together throughout time and across space... It all depends on how strongly we twist the wool.