God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

I stumble through a carnival of horrors

Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same twilight, we felt the same pull of the earth beneath our feet. We drank together and broke bread together. We might have made love together, if you had only allowed such a thing. But that’s all changed. You have your youth, yes, and all the dizzying wonder that accompanies the miracle. But I still see death when I look at you. I know now I cannot be your companion, and you cannot be mine

Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.

To learn and to love, that is what we are here for, any activity which is not grounded in one of these two is a waste of time.

Everything we do in life, we do with certain expectations.