Higgs Boson

Love is, in fact, forever. It may — no — it will — change in form and character, in taste and strength. It transforms itself, often becoming that thing you most need, affecting everything. It burns, it whispers, it weeps, and it laughs. It cannot die or go away. That, my fellow travelers, is impossible. It is as eternal as starlight (and perhaps it is the reason stars burn). It is an undying essence that when bottled may be bright and sweet — but to taste it again, that same elixir, some lifetime later, is to be astonished by what it has become, what it always was. When one is young, one might not know this, but I promise you: If love goes away, it was never there to begin with, and here is the great secret: That is impossible, for love is everywhere, in everything; the universal, atomic heart, relentless.