“All I have ever done was selfish. I have never loved anyone besides myself. Where does goodness come from? Stories (books, movies, religious texts etc.)? Where does that come from? Desire to believe in magic? Desire to believe we are something more than a selfish animal? What about motherly love? Is that how we start, and after we lose it, the void inside stays forever? And we are trying to fill it until the day we die? Unconditional love. Is that the thing we are after? Only then we can appreciate the magic of life? After a wonderful tryst and amidst the fantasies of the future with that lover trees and people become the most beautiful things.”