...told you guys, is that I love this new show, Touch.

I know I wrote a couple of days ago a short few words about it, but I think none of them could express the awesomeness of the whole show.

I love every little piece of it - the foreign story lines, the mathematical clues and signs, the symbols, the characters, the way that their life is connected in so many ways. And I abso-fucking-lutely love the little boy who is at the middle of this...

I especially love his narratives at the beginning and at the end of the movie, and I love the fact that until he utters the last words at the end you have no idea how the things connect.

Sooo... without any further ado, here's a couple of narratives I managed to find to entice you all into watching this. (And you have no idea how hard it was to actually find what I was looking for - I went trough the whole lot of it once again just so I could write everything down, because there aren't enough fans of it yet to post quotes on the internet... which is kinda sad.)

The pilot episode starts with:
"The ratio is always the same. One to one point six one eight over and over and over again. Patterns are hidden in plain sight. You just have to know where to look. Things most people see as chaos actually follow a set of laws of behavior. Galaxies, plants, seashells, the patterns never lie. But only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. Seven billion eighty million three hundred and sixty thousand of us live on this tiny planet. This is the story of some of those people. There's an ancient Chinese myth about the red thread of fate. It says that the Gods have had a red thread around every one of our ankles, and attached it to all the people who's lives were destined to touch. This thread my stretch or tangle, but it will never break. It's often predetermined by mathematical probability, and it's my job to keep track of those numbers, to make the connections for those who need to find each other, the ones who's lives need to touch. I was born four thousand one hundred and sixty one days ago, on October twenty sixth two thousand. I've been alive for eleven years, four months, twenty one days, and fourteen hours, and in all that time I've never said a single word."

And it ends with:
"The ratio is always the same: one to one point six one eight over and over and over again. The patterns, mathematical in design are hidden in plain sight. You just have to know where to look. Seven billion, eighty million three hundred and sixty thousand people, and only a few of us can see the connections. Today we will send over three hundred billion e-mails, nineteen billion text messages, yet we still feel alone. The average person will say two thousand two hundred and fifty words to seven point four other individuals. Will these words be used to hurt or to heal? There's an ancient Chinese myth about the red thread of fate. It says that the Gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all the people who's lives are meant to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break."

Now, I know that most of you just skipped over it after you saw that the first two lines were the same, but please read the whole thing. It is a lot different in actuality, and it gives the whole thing an awesome round shape.

Here's how the next episode starts:
"My name is Jake. I was born 4165 days ago, on October 26, 2000. I live on this planet with 7080360000 other people. This is the story of some of those people. Today the average person will say 2250 words to 7.4 other individuals, we'll send over 300 billion e-mails, 19 billion text messages, all adding to the giant mosaic of patterns and ratios. Mathematical in design, these patterns are hidden in plain sight, you just have to know where to look, but only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. It's all predetermined in mathematical probability, and it's my job to keep track of those numbers, to make the connections for those who need to find each other, the ones who's life need to touch. I was born on October 26 2000, I've been alive for 11 years, four months, 25 days and 13 hours, and in all that time, I never said a single word. But that's OK, I have someone who hears me now."

As you can see it starts with basically the end of the first episode, again giving the whole thing a cool little loop shape. It not only gives a pretty decent wrap up of the last episode, it also gives out some hints of what is to come... and it also shows how the time flies.

"Seven billion people on a tiny planet suspended in the vastness of space, all alone. How we make sense of that is the great mystery of our frail existence. Maybe it's being alone in the universe that holds us all together. Keeps us needing one another, in the smallest of ways, creating a quantum entanglement of you, of me, of us. And if that's really true, than we live in a world where everything is possible."

"There are 3 million species of animals living in tropical rainforests, and one of them, the red fire ant lives underground, under constant threat of annihilation from flash floods. Nature doesn't care. If a species wants to survive, it has to prove it deserves to. When the floods come the fire ants hold onto each other, creating a living raft that can float until the water recedes. Moths, if necessary. So how does this species figure something like that out? Instinct? Trial and error? Was there one fire ant who's been swept away by the rushing water, and grabbed on to another ant, only to find that together they could float? What if you were the one who knew what needed to be done, but you had no words? How would you make the others understand? How do you call for help?"

"Human beings are not the strongest species on the planet. We're not the fastest or maybe even the smartest. The one advantage we have is our ability to cooperate to help each other out. We recognize ourselves in each other, and we're programmed for compassion, for heroism, for love. And those things make us stronger, faster, and smarter. It's why we survived. It's why we would want to."

"The first transatlantic telegraph cable was made of 345000 miles of copper iron wire, designed to stretch 2876.95 miles along the ocean floor. Once the cable was in place we could use electrical impulses and signal code to send any message you wanted to the other side of the world. Human beings are hardwired with the impulse to share our ideas, and the desire to know we've been heard. It's all part of our need of community. That's why we're all constantly sending out signals and signs, and why we look fro them from other people. We're always waiting for messages, hoping for connection. And if we haven't received a message, that doesn't always mean it hasn't been sent to us. Sometimes it means we haven't listened hard enough."

"In spite of all our communication technology no invention is as effective as the sound of the human voice. When we hear the human voice we instinctively want to listen in hopes of understanding it. Even when the speaker is searching for the right words to say, even when all we hear is yelling or crying or singing. That's because the human voice resonates differently from anything else in the world. That's why we can hear the singer's voice over the sound of the full orchestra. We will always hear that singer, no matter what else surrounds it."

"490000 babies will be born today, each of them unique, and each one of them a link in the greater human chain. And the moment the umbilical cord is severed they become an individual, their own hopes, dreams and desires. But in fact each one of us is actually made up of a dozen systems, which in turn comprise 60 trillion cells and those cells house countless proteins, DNA organelles. What appears to be an individual is actually a network. Each one of us is in fact a living, breathing community, but it doesn't stop there. Why would it? Every individual hope you harbor, every dream you attain, every desire you fulfill has an impact far greater than you could imagine. At least that's how it looks from where I am sitting."

"The threads that connect us are not bound by space and time. What seems to the individual like a twist of fate from another perspective is simply one of those threads pulled tight. How things should've been all along. And even when those threads seem a little bit frayed, they never brake. Not completely. But sometimes the most important connection is here and now."

So, that's about it boys and girls... at least for now. What do you think?