Did all this make sense?

...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it.

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.

What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?

My resolve to die was not the whim of an hour. It was the ripe, sound fruit that had slowly grown to full size, lightly rocked by the winds of fate whose next breath would bring it to the ground.