Even numbers are divisible by two integers, and odd numbers are divisible by two in a meaningless way. If you halve an even number, you get two whole concepts. Halve an odd number, and you get two incomplete concepts. Like any other incomplete thing: it exists, but you wish it didn’t.

Like the number of international flights. If the number of international flights is even, that’s good, it means round trips. It means the time you were away was meant for returning. Because it involved a return, it is bound to be enjoyable. Even if it’s not, the hope of coming back makes it bearable. But if it’s odd, not only is it not enjoyable, it’s downright bad. Your fate is sealed.

Last night I told my friend that I don’t need anything ideal to feel happiness. Of course, I have many ideals, but I can feel happy without them. Simple, small things, a home, a family, a job, a relationship. An afternoon, a weekend, ordinary things like that. My friend said what I want is just the bare minimum of human needs. I said, I want the bare minimum of human needs.

The devil once told me: "God also has a hell, the hell of His love for humans."
- Nietzsche