Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar.

Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.

Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals

Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light.

I think people deceive themselves about themselves, particularly as they get older.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.