Beginning To Think Is Beginning To Be

...the Play Of The Toughest And Most Lucid Mind Are At The Same Time Both Lavished Andsquandered.

No Doubt Our Love Was Still There, But Quite Simply It Was Unusable, Heavy To Carry, Inert Inside Of Us, Sterile As Crime Or Condemnation. It Was No Longer Anything Except A Patience With No Future And A Stubborn Wait.

But All The Long Speeches, All The Interminable Days And Hours That People Had Spent Talking About My Soul, Had Left Me With The Impression Of A Colorless Swirling River That Was Making Me Dizzy.

A Taste For Truth At Any Cost Is A Passion Which Spares Nothing.

After Awhile You Could Get Used To Anything.