Believing Means Liberating The Indestructible Element In

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

The State We Find Ourselves In Is Sinful Quite Independent Of Guilt.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.

I Want In Fact More Of You. In My Mind I Am Dressing You With Light; I Am Wrapping You Up In Blankets Of Complete Acceptance And Then I Give Myself To You. I Long For You; I Who Usually Long Without Longing, As Though I Am Unconscious And Absorbed In Neutrality And Apathy, Really, Utterly Long For Every Bit Of You.

Writing Is A Sweet, Wonderful Reward.