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The Greek Language Seems Different Than Other Languages. I'm Not The Only Person To Think This. Usually, I Come Up With Some Kind Of Dopey Metaphor For Why It's Different. But It Seems, Somehow, More Original, More Like Being In The Morning Of Language.

A Refugee Population Is Hungry For Language And Aware That Anything Can Happen.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

You Used To Say. "desire Doubled Is Love And Love Doubled Is Madness." Madness Doubled Is Marriage I Added When The Caustic Was Cool, Not Intending To Produce A Golden Rule.

As Sokrates Tells It, Your Story Begins The Moment Eros Enters You. That Incursion Is The Biggest Risk Of Your Life. How You Handle It Is An Index Of The Quality, Wisdom, And Decorum Of The Things Inside You. As You Handle It You Come Into Contact With What Is Inside You, In A Sudden And Startling Way. You Perceive What You Are, What You Lack, What You Could Be.