I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.
Jazz is the music of the body.
destruction is ultimately self-destruction.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living.
If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between.