[...] There was a big explosion. They called it terrorism. Terrorism is when some humans decide some other humans are not humans anymore. They told me the hands just stood, in shock, where they were. The face transfixed into the exact moment time had stopped. They repaired my friend. Time made the hands flow again. Made the heart tick again. But there’s a difference between a ticking and a beating heart. After years, my friend just couldn’t pretend anymore. Time had to stop. And it did. [...]

 [...] Is it something so glorious that we need to call it the art? Is it really something that we need to put in the same category as the da Vinci or Shakespeare. As if the art of letting go is something equally beautiful to the writings or paintings of Michael Angelo or Dante [...]

[...]  What I want to say, is that sometimes you need to let go of the things you lose. Because they are lost anyway. Because life needs to go on. Because you can be dead when you’re dead.

But that doesn’t mean that they’re lost on you as you think they are. [...]

[...] How can you ever be sure that if you think about me, when you think intensely about me, I am not at the same time thinking about you from some other dimension?

We are going back in time to an old format of the podcast, but it just one of us doing the talking! You will hear what witches and vampires are up to in XXI century and a debate on why magic and immortality is still a case with such advanced science.

 [...] The way the heat would warm me up was actually making me glad for the night that settled into the meadow. One of the beautiful moments to experience in the winter is the warmth of the fire cracking quietly in the corner of the room. Sitting safely surrounded by the four walls. [...]