The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.
What do any of us really know about love?
Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.
And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.
There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?
Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.