Imagine A World In Which

I Spend A Lot Of Time Just Listening To The Ospreys. I Watch Them Go Through Their Life Cycle. They Spend The Winter In South America. The Mother And Father Osprey Stay Together. It's A Monogamous Relationship. And Every Summer They Raise A New Brood Of Children. They Came Back To The Nest In The Middle Of April. They Take Separate Vacations In The Winter - The Mother And Father.

Is It Possible For A Person To Love Without Wanting Love Back? Is Anything So Pure? Or Is Love, By Its Nature, A Reciprocity, Like Oceans And Clouds, An Evaporating Of Seawater And A Replenishing By Rain?

People Are Content To Live In Contradictory Worlds, So Long As They Know The Reason For Each.

While People Brood, Time Skips Ahead Without Looking Back.

Every Reader Gets Something Different From A Book And Every Reader, In A Sense, Completes It In A Different Way.