For Most Of Us, For Almost All

All Art Is The Struggle To Be, In A Particular Sort Of Way, Virtuous.

What A Test That Is: More Than Devotion, Admiration, Passion. If You Long And Long For Someone’s Company You Love Them.

Man's Creative Struggle, His Search For Wisdom And Truth, Is A Love Story.

Yes, Of Course, There's Something Fishy About Describing People's Feelings. You Try Hard To Be Accurate, But As Soon As You Start To Define Such And Such A Feeling, Language Lets You Down. It's Really A Machine For Making Falsehoods. When We Really Speak The Truth, Words Are Insufficient. Almost Everything Except Things Like "pass The Gravy" Is A Lie Of A Sort. And That Being The Case, I Shall Shut Up. Oh, And... Pass The Gravy.

Intense Mutual Erotic Love, Love Which Involves With The Flesh All The Most Refined Sexual Being Of The Spirit, Which Reveals And Perhaps Even Ex Nihilo Creates Spirit As Sex, Is Comparatively Rare In This Inconvenient World.