I Need Words That Mean More Than

You Should Have Fallen In Love With A Happy Man, If You Wanted Happiness. But No, You Had To Fall For The Breathtaking Beauty Of Pain.

But Pain Seems To Me An Insufficient Reason Not To Embrace Life. Being Dead Is Quite Painless. Pain, Like Time, Is Going To Come On Regardless. Question Is, What Glorious Moments Can You Win From Life In Addition To The Pain?

The Real Unforgivable Acts Are Committed By Calm Men In Beautiful Green Silk Rooms, Who Deal Death Wholesale, By The Shipload, Without Lust, Without Anger, Or Desire, Or Any Redeeming Emotion To Excuse Them But Cold Fear Of Some Pretended Future. But The Crimes They Hope To Prevent In That Future Are Imaginary. The Ones They Commit In The Present - They Are Real.

Endure Pain, Find Joy, And Make Your Own Meaning, Because The Universe Certainly Isn't Going To Supply It.

I Need Words That Mean More Than They Mean, Words Not Just With Height And Width, But Depth And Weight And, And Other Dimensions That I Cannot Even Name.