His Life Rushes Onward In Such Torrential

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.

He, Who Had Done More Than Any Human Being To Draw Her Out Of The Caves Of Her Secret, Folded Life, Now Threw Her Down Into Deeper Recesses Of Fear And Doubt. The Fall Was Greater Than She Had Ever Known, Because She Had Ventured So Far Into Emotion And Had Abandoned Herself To It.

I Gathered Poets Around Me And We All Wrote Beautiful Erotica. As We Were Condemned To Focus Only On Sensuality, We Had Violent Explosions Of Poetry. Writing Erotica Became A Road To Sainthood Rather Than To Debauchery.

Great Repressions Create Dualities.