It Was The First Time

How Could I Choose Someone Who Would Force Me To Give Up My Own Small Reach For Meaning? I Chose Myself, And Without Consolation.

Did You Know There Are Thirty-two Names For Love In One Of The Eskimo Languages?" August Said. "and We Just Have This One. We Are So Limited, You Have To Use The Same Word.

Sometimes, In Order To Say Yes To What Matters Most, I Must Say No To Good Things.

What Matters Is Giving Over To What You Love.

The World Depends Upon The Small Beating In Your Heart.