I think I am much too valuable a creature to offer myself to a German bullet gratis and for fun.
Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.
That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.
There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.
You must always be a-waggle with LOVE.
The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.