What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality. Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love. Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 13:43:15 +0000
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