"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." - Iris Murdoch
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
I wrote this in the spring. I used to wake up every morning and work on it because I had to get it out. It felt good. I'm really glad I wrote it down. I guess knowing what needs to be done and doing it are two different things altogether. Maybe my next works will be called Selfless Void and then Mind at Peace. I could write a heap on the void. Still brainstorming on the peace.