I' Is Merely One Of

Love Is So Much More Deadly Than I Had Thought, Love Is So Much Inherent As The Very Lack, And We Are Guaranteed By A Need To Be Renewed Continuously. Love Is Now, Is Forever. There Is Just The Blow Of Grace - Call It Passion.

I Do Not Know Much. But There Are Certain Advantages In Not Knowing. Like Virgin Territory, The Mind Is Free Of Preconceptions. Everything I Do Not Know Forms The Greater Part Of Me: This Is My Largesse. And With This I Understand Everything. The Things I Do Not Know Constitute My Truth.

And Even Sadness Was Also Something For Rich People, For People Who Could Afford It, For People Who Didn't Have Anything Better To Do. Sadness Was A Luxury.

Putting My Hand In Someone Else’s Has Always Been My Definition Of Happiness. Before I Fall Asleep, Often - In That Small Struggle Not To Lose Consciousness And Go Into The Greater World - Often, Before I Get Up The Courage To Go Into The Vastness Of Sleep, I Pretend That Someone Has My Hand In Theirs, And Then I Go, Go To That Enormous Absence Of Form That Is Sleep. And When Even After That I Don’t Have Courage, I Dream.

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.