I have decided to use the following as the title page in my book, which has now decided to be titled "Life Lines".
i. Line [lahyn] noun, verb, lined, lin⋅ing
A continuous extent of length, straight or curved, without breadth or thickness; the trace of a moving point.
Moving in lines, waiting in lines, and getting from one point to another. This is how we, as humans, live our lives. Whether we conceive these lines as fast or slow, straight or crooked, up or down, we are all just moving from one point to another. It is full of silly little epiphanies and juxtapositions. Throughout life, these lines keep structure, whether it is balanced, progressive, or random. It’s just nice to make sense of these things when life reflects, connects, and even matches up.