Consider Incompleteness As A Verb.

You Doubt God? Well More To The Point I Credit God With The Good Sense To Doubt Me. What Is Mortality After All But Divine Doubt Flashing Over Us? For An Instant God Suspends Assent And Poof! We Disappear.

Desire Doubled Is Love And Love Doubled Is Madness.

Those Nights Lying Alone Are Not Discontinuous With This Cold Hectic Dawn. It Is Who I Am.

When An Ecstatic Is Asked The Question, What Is It That Love Dares The Self To Do? She Will Answer: Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself Behind, To Enter Into Poverty.

The Greek Language Seems Different Than Other Languages. I'm Not The Only Person To Think This. Usually, I Come Up With Some Kind Of Dopey Metaphor For Why It's Different. But It Seems, Somehow, More Original, More Like Being In The Morning Of Language.