Guest guest Posted August 9, 2004 Report Share Posted August 9, 2004 Words are helpless; words can only hint. We don't know what It is; we only know that It is. Which is enough. Love is what springs up when you're looking in the other direction; what rushes in when your definitions drop away. When you absolutely don't know anything whatsoever anymore, there It is-- painting Itself madly across your life with sudden strokes and unexpectedly rash ink. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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