The Most Fatal Thing A Man Can

Love Is The Bridge That Leads From The I Sense To The We, And There Is A Paradox About Personal Love. Love Of Another Individual Opens A New Relation Between The Personality And The World. The Lover Responds In A New Way To Nature And May Even Write Poetry. Love Is Affirmation; It Motivates The Yes Responses And The Sense Of Wider Communication. Love Casts Out Fear, And In The Security Of This Togetherness We Find Contentment, Courage. We No Longer Fear The Age-old Haunting Questions: "who Am I?" "why Am I?" "where Am I Going?" - And Having Cast Out Fear, We Can Be Honest And Charitable.

We Wander, Question. But The Answer Waits In Each Separate Heart - The Answer Of Our Own Identity And The Way By Which We Can Master Loneliness And Feel That At Last We Belong.

Maybe When People Longed For A Thing That Bad The Longing Made Them Trust In Anything That Might Give It To Them.

I'm Not Explaining This Right. What Happened Was This. There Were These Beautiful Feelings And Loose Little Pleasures Inside Me. And This Woman Was Something Like An Assembly Line For My Soul. I Run These Little Pieces Of Myself Through Her And I Come Out Complete. Now Do You Follow Me?

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter With Only One Desire! To Find Some Lasting Comfort In The Arms Of Anothers Fire...driven By A Desperate Hunger To The Arms Of A Neon Light, The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter When There's No Sign Of Love In Sight!