Maybe selflessness was only selfishness on another level.
To give an answer in advance of a question was futile, and to propound a question in order to supply the answer was also futile. There were difficulties that could best be met by unawareness of their existence.
When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.
Most people do not see the world as it is. They see it as they are
That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations
She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart.
If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?