Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.
But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.