If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
No painting is more replete than Mondrian's.
Enough to know no knowing.
What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved?
The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven asporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.