I no longer feel any hope for the future of my life. It is as though I
had before me nothing more than a long stretch of living death. I
cannot imagine any future for me other than a ghastly one. Friendless
and joyless. I suffer greatly from the fear of complete isolation that
threatens me now. I cannot see how I can bear this life. I see it as a
life in which every day I have to fear the evening that brings me only
dull sadness. In love I have too little faith and too little courage.
But I am easily hurt and afraid of being hurt, and to protect oneself
in this way is the death of all love. For real love one needs courage.
But this means one must also have the courage to make the break and
renounce one's love, in other words to endure a mortal wound. But I
can only hope to be spared the worst. How it will fade I don't know of
course. Nor do I know how some part of it might be preserved, alive,
not pressed between the leaves of a book as a memento.
-- Wittgenstein
When Push Comes To Shove, you're afraid of love
-- Hunter/Garcia
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Jon Corelis www.geocities.com/jgcorelis/
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