Love Is Selfless, It Is A Weakness,

I Have Faith In Human Beings. I Struggle With That Faith.

First, You Hand Over Some Basics-overwhelming Joy, Existential Angst, A Giving-in To Desire, Etc. And Then You Promise To Withstand Talking Idly About The Weather, To Encourage Cliché, To Uphold The Virtues Of Average. You Hand Over The Need To Be Understood And, In Return, You Get A Bar Of Normal Soap. And You Can Wash In It And Be Daily Reborn To A Safe World Of Modest, Enduring Love Or, At Least, Mild, Well-mannered Bonding.

Don't Shame The Young For Releasing Their Pent-up Fear.

I Believe We're Brutes, But Then, Miraculously, There Are Those Among Us Who Stand Up Against That Brutishness And Remind Us Of The Goodness We're Capable Of.

Each Genre Has Something To Teach Me About The Others. Not All The Lessons Are Transferable, But Many Of The Most Important Ones Are.