Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.

M: Is he smart I: She yes very smart sees right through me M: In my day we valued blindness rather more

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.