We do what we can. The results are none of our business.
Writing, as I experience it, means wringing out the heart/mind until it stops lying.
Growing old is not a thing to watch. It cannot be forgiven in others. Alone, it can be borne. Even indulged.
All media can muddy the mind. Language leads to literature. It also leads to dogma.
Misogyny is the death of the heart.
Love, like alcoholism, comes to a point of no return.