One Forgets That One Is One. I

Passion Has Little To Do With Euphoria And Everything To Do With Patience. It Is Not About Feeling Good. It Is About Endurance. Like Patience, Passion Comes From The Same Latin Root: Pati. It Does Not Mean To Flow With Exuberance. It Means To Suffer.

It Is Hungry, It It Immortal. Worse, It Knows Nothing Of Whim.

Prometheus, Thief Of Light, Giver Of Light, Bound By The Gods, Must Have Been A Book.

The Greatest Of Love Letters Are Always Coded For The One And Not The Many.

I Think That's What Finally Stopped Me. I Slid Right To The Edge. My Legs Were Hanging Over. And I Could Feel It Too. I Don't Know How. There Was No Wind, No Sound, No Change Of Temperature. There Was Just This Terrible Emptiness Reaching Up For Me.