Mature love is union under the condition of preserving one’s integrity, one’s individuality. Love is an active power in man; a power which breaks through the walls which separate man from his fellow men, which unites him with others; love makes him overcome the sense of isolation and separateness, yet it permits him to be himself, to retain his integrity. In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.
Her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.
Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions.
— Doc! Doc, come in!
— Marty, come in.
— Listen, Biff's guys chased me into the gym and they're gonna jump... me.
— Then get out of there!
— No, Doc, not me. The other me. The one that's up on stage playing «Johnny B. Goode».
— Great Scott! Your other self will miss the lightning bolt. You won't get back to the future and we'll have a major paradox!
— Wait. A paradox? You mean one of those things that can destroy the universe?
— Precisely.
He's too smart for his own good.
— Jennifer could conceivably encounter... her future self. The consequences of that could be disastrous.
— Doc, what do you mean?
— I foresee two possibilities. One, coming face to face with herself 30 years older... would put her into shock, and she'd simply pass out, or two, the encounter could create a time paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe. Granted, that's a worst-case scenario. The destruction might, in fact, be very localized, limited to merely our own galaxy.
— Well, that's a relief.
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