Being In Love Is An Exhausting Business.

For Most Of Us, For Almost All Of Us, Truth Can Be Attained, If At All, Only In Silence. It Is In Silence That The Human Spirit Touches The Divine.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason. But We Cannot Just Walk Into The Cavern And Look Around. Most Of What We Think We Know About Our Minds Is Pseudo-knowledge. We Are All Such Shocking Poseurs, So Good At Inflating The Importance Of What We Think We Value.

Falling Out Of Love Is Very Enlightening. For A Short While You See The World With New Eyes.

The Bereaved Cannot Communicate With The Unbereaved.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?