And what delights can equal those that stir the spirit's inner deeps$$$ when one that loves but knows not$$$ reaps a truth from one that loves and knows?
And ah for a man to arise in me$$$<br/>That the man I am may cease to be!
Modern mass culture$$$ aimed at the 'consumer'$$$ the civilisation of prosthetics$$$ is crippling people's souls$$$ setting up barriers between man and the crucial questions of his existence$$$ his consciousness of himself as a spiritual being.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true$$$ then hope for what you don't want.
When you lose your face...$$$ it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.
And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation$$$ half by inattention. But somehow$$$ when you lose something you love$$$ faith takes over.
That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself$$$ to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed$$$ you no longer see what is underneath$$$ what started the pain.
Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me$$$ only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.
Then you must teach my daughter this same lesson. How to lose your innocence but not your hope. How to laugh forever.