Men Who Have Greatness Within Them Don't

At One Time Or Another All Normal People Have Wished Their Loved Ones Were Dead.

Their Guilt Made Me Eloquent Because I Was Not Its Victim.

The Human Heart Has A Tiresome Tendency To Label As Fate Only What Crushes It. But Happiness Likewise, In Its Way, Is Without Reason, Since It Is Inevitable.

No Doubt Our Love Was Still There, But Quite Simply It Was Unusable, Heavy To Carry, Inert Inside Of Us, Sterile As Crime Or Condemnation. It Was No Longer Anything Except A Patience With No Future And A Stubborn Wait.

... We Need The Sweet Pain Of Anticipation To Tell Us We Are Really Alive.