“My hands would touch the weathered rock behind me: rugged but smooth on the edges it would feel and I would be wondering how long it would be until the elements would succeed in grinding it down, in wearing it… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“A normal human life consists of 500 million breaths for three billion heartbeats. That sounds a lot, but it’s not enough. You are searching:… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“My hands would touch the weathered rock behind me: rugged but smooth on the edges it would feel and I would be wondering how… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“The wrong things draw you in like the Sunday-sun the eyes. You would stare straight into it and wonder if there is something somewhere… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“Big discoveries call for even bigger responsibility, since they come with the biggest hazards, if they get into the wrong hands. As soon as… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“Maybe that’s what’s immanent to humanity: they strive to know and when they do they still make nothing of it. They come to know… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“How do survivors feel? Relieved and grateful, perhaps. As excited about their saved life as if it were a gift that the rustling fingers… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“No matter what you have heard: the line between life and death is not definite. Not like a wall, thick and hard to break,… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
“Does a lack of life always equate to death? Perhaps it’s sometimes worse than that. For us, back then, it was. We were living… — Sima B. Moussavian Copy Share Image
