If I Place Love Above

Over And Above The Various Prejudices I Acknowledge, The Affinities I Feel, The Attractions I Succumb To, The Events Which Occur To Me And To Me Alone- Over And Above A Sum Of Movements I Am Conscious Of Making, Of Emotions I Alone Experience- I Strive, In Relation To Other Men, To Discover The Nature, If Not The Necessity, Of My Difference From Them. Is It Not Precisely To The Degree I Become Conscious Of This Difference That I Shall Recognize What I Alone Have Been Put On This Earth To Do, What Unique Message I Alone May Bear, So That I Alone Can Answer For Its Fate?

To See, To Hear, Means Nothing. To Recognize (or Not To Recognize) Means Everything.

There Are Fairy Stories To Be Written For Adults. Stories That Are Still In A Green State.

Love Is When You Meet Someone Who Tells You Something New About Yourself.

It Is Living And Ceasing To Live That Are Imaginary Solutions. Existence Is Elsewhere.