Unconditional Love Is A Lofty Ideal, But

The Intimacy Of Love Absolves Us Of Our Guilty Separateness.

Think Of The Many Different Relations Of Form And Content. E.g., The Many Pairs Of Trousers And What's In Them.

After Voltaire: Envy Is Chained To The Portico Of The Temple Of Glory And Can Neither Enter Nor Leave.

As A Child I Was Told By My Parents That I Was Happy, But I Did Not Believe Them.

Everything Changes As It Is Written Down.