To believe and to not believe*

Olivia: Simone, you have a gift. You can see things that other people can't. I don't doubt that. But wherever you think this gift came from, or whoever you think bestowed it upon you, it's simply an anomaly. I know that because I'm an anomaly. I have moved things with my mind. I've lit things on fire. I've caught bullets mid-air. I've seen things that people only dream about. I've seen... the seams between universes ripped apart. Things that humans shouldn't see. People make up explanations, assign meanings to things without knowing, because it's reassuring, comforting. But I can't do that. Because I know too much. It's all just numbers. And the invaders, as you call them—— they're just better at math than we are.

* in Fringe, 5th series

Dying in this spiral of blood-sweat-&-tears
I rest my soul in your metal heart
and deliver into your hands my charcoal heart

be gentle, don't in the end dust it apart. 

Nothing to lose but the beat of the drum.

Once your detachment is complete and you got nothing to lose, the only thing attached to you is your beating heart.

On bleeding and dying

How can someone bleed so much and so many times and not die?
How can someone die so many times and not disappear?

You bleed but at the same time, even though the wound is open, there is a huge battle being fought for you to scar. And with time, eventually, you end up with a closed wound.

You die, time and time again, as you rise from your own ashes and sometimes, most of times, only a part of you dies, not the whole complexity of your being.
Yes, that must be it.

Boredom

Nothing to do but to watch time rust everything with its oxidizing clock.