That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

Be forever dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise into the seamless life proclaimed in your song. Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days, be the crystal cup that shattered even as it rang.

Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.

Everything that makes more of you than you have ever been, even in your best hours, is right. Every intensification is good.

I believe that nothing that is real can pass away.

For bel.i.eve me, the more one is, the richer is all one experiences. And whoever wants to have deep love in his life must collect and save for it and gather honey.

Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.