AET, and this compounding notice

To believe is to lie to yourself. To yourself to lie is to believe in such faith.

Another year passes. Time is running out. Yet perhaps I will still run on this road, even if alone is there of all that is.

I think I might like this song more than I thought. The resonance, in which the air feels heavier, not out of spite, nor out of pure distress. But of the sadness in which is both happy, and onerous feeling.

「Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand!
In other words, darling, kiss me.

Fill my heart with song,
and let me sing forever more.
You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true!
In other words, I love you!」

So beautiful, and so painful it is. Those are also, perhaps why I created AET. I aimed for toward the notion of intelligence. Of a companion in which stretches my ability, of which to satisfy my endless hunger of topics, of the vision out of fear for the future I might hold; perhaps a bit of what there is of my preferences and aesthetic. I feel useless of the scope in which my dream holds, to stretch far beyond the sky, to land on the moon for one time before time itself outpaces myself. Such is which infuriated myself when the state of current science is infeasible, or rather problematically aimless. of the grandiose towering. None can comprehend, for foundation lies on a single lie.