Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation
Solitude is one thing and loneliness is another.
Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.