I agree. There's no chance of love when there's no chance of love. A mind spinning out in space is the only type of mind that can race "with" time. It's like being out of the canvas but in the frame at the edges. Time is witness to lovers yet isolated from them, and those with the times, or time, are isolated from love. Filling time and space and mind is a challenge. You face it with brilliant brevity. I have a lot to learn from ye.