Innocence Is Not Pure So

True Gardeners Cannot Bear A Glove Between The Sure Touch And The Tender Root.

About Loving, I Have Little To Learn From The Young.

For A Long Time Now, Every Meeting With Another Human Being Has Been The Reverberations After Even The Simplest Conversation. But The Deep Collision Is And Has Been With My Unregenerate, Tormenting And Tormented Self...i Am Unable To Become What I See. I Feel Like An Inadequate Machine, A Machine That Breaks Down At Crucial Moments, Grinds To A Dreadful Halt, "won't Go".

I Simply Adore Being Alone - I Find It A Consuming Thirst - And When That Thirst Is Slaked, Then I Am Happy.

Don't Forget That Compared To A Grownup Person Every Baby Is A Genius.