Intense love always leads to mourning.

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived— what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?

The love of form is a love of endings.

Honor the words that enter and attach to your brain.

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

So you couldn't protect yourself? The absolute erodes; the boundary, the wall around the self erodes. If I was waiting I had been invaded by time. But do you think you're free? I think I recognize the patterns of my nature. Bud do you think you're free? I had nothing and I was still changed. Like a costume, my numbness was taken away. Then hunger was added.

At first I saw you everywhere. Now only in certain things, at longer intervals.