Each Day The First Day: Each Day

Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned.

When You Have Reached The Point Where You No Longer Expect A Response, You Will At Last Be Able To Give In Such A Way That The Other Is Able To Receive, And Be Grateful. When Love Has Matured And, Through A Dissolution Of The Self Into Light, Become A Radiance, Then Shall The Lover Be Liberated From Dependence Upon The Beloved, And The Beloved Also Be Made Perfect By Being Liberated From The Lover.

For All That Has Been, Thank You. For All That Is To Come, Yes!

Isn't The Fulfillment Of Our Duty Towards Our Neighbor An Expression Of Deepest Desire?

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.