I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That's what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel - and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength --or else we die.