There Is No Greater Pain

Midway Upon The Journey Of Our Life

In That Part Of The Book Of My Memory Before The Which Is Little That Can Be Read, There Is A Rubric, Saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under Such Rubric I Find Written Many Things; And Among Them The Words Which I Purpose To Copy Into This Little Book; If Not All Of Them, At The Least Their Substance.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

The More Souls Who Resonate Together, The Greater The Intensity Of Their Love... And, Mirror-like... Each Soul Reflects The Other.