Through all the windows I only see infinity.

Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.