What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love?

It did what all ads are supposed to do: create an anxiety relievable by purchase.

The severing of an established connection is exponentially more painful than the rejection of an attempted connection.

Do not underestimate objects.

You have decided being scared is caused mostly by thinking.

The individual's right to pursue his own vision of the best ration of pleasure to pain: utterly sacrosanct.

If Realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see it.