Love Is The True Condition Of Human

And I Needed A Rock. Something To Hold Onto, To Stand On. Something Solid. Because Everything Was Going Soft, Turning Into Mush, Into Marsh, Into Fog. Fog Closing In On All Sides. I Didn't Know Where I Was At All.

The Hunger Of A Dragon Is Slow To Wake, But Hard To Sate.

A Wrong That Cannot Be Repaired Must Be Transcended.

Suffering Is Dysfunctional, Except As A Bodily Warning Against Danger. Psychologically And Socially It's Merely Destructive.

George, It's Impossible To Correct A Defective Reality-orientation Overnight.