They Are Universal Places, Like Churches, Hallowed

Jealousy Is The Most Dreadfully Involuntary Of All Sins.

For Most Of Us The Space Between 'dreaming On Things To Come' And 'it Is Too Late, It Is All Over' Is Too Tiny To Enter.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.

Time Can Divorce Us From The Reality Of People, It Can Separate Us From People And Turn Them Into Ghosts. Or Rather It Is We Who Turn Them Into Ghosts Or Demons. Some Kinds Of Fruitless Preoccupations With The Past Can Create Such Simulacra, And They Can Exercise Power, Like Those Heroes At Troy Fighting For A Phantom Helen.

Emotions Really Exist At The Bottom Of The Personality Or At The Top. In The Middle They Are Acted. This Is Why All The World Is A Stage.