There Is A Point Of No Return,

The Problem Of Pretending To Be Alive.

Lust Is Not The Worst Thing. It Is Because Any Day, Any Time, Lust May Turn Into Love That We Have To Avoid It. And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.

There's A Virtue In Slowness, Which We Have Lost

There Are Times When A Lover Longs To Be Also A Father And A Brother: He Is Jealous Of The Years He Hasn't Shared.

Destruction After All Is A Form Of Creation.