You think you’re the painter, but you’re the canvas – John Green in „Its turtles all the way down“
We can both be the science and the imagination. Our selves are not circumstantial, nor are they purely ambiguity. The world is billions of years old, and life is a product of nucleotide mutation and everything. But the world is also the stories we tell about it.The story follows how Aza reaches the realization that she can be both her thoughts and her self, that it is not necessary to doubt her being real. She is and she is not.
The book ends in an imperfect yet satisfying conclusion where Aza ascertains that control is not everything and nothing in the world is deserved except for love, as love is both how you become a person, and why. She lets go of herself and also holds it. No, she does not win the battle in her mind, but she does learn how to transcend it.