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welcome to the chapel. you might hear angels speaking

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time is a symptom of love, and love is a symptom of life, and we are a symptom of the story, our last breath written before we took the first

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to try to write love is to confront the muck of language; that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive (by the limitless expansion of the ego, by emotive submersion) and impoverished (by the codes on which love diminishes and levels it)

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and if anyone had said this was the price i would have agreed to pay it. that surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shaft of recognition. it was worth it. love is worth it

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dear thing, in another place, another time, perhaps it could have been better. but the night is long and full of beasts, and we must go a-hunting

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i have told you things that i could not say to anyone else. thoughts that have a place in the world outside my mind only because i can say them to you

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i don't want to keep what i lived. i don't know what to do with what i lived, i'm afraid of that profound disorder. i don't trust what happened to me. did something happen to me that i, because i didn't know how to live it, lived as something else?

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do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is

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He thinks of her and he thinks of how love and loss are a nasty, tangled web. He cannot separate one from the other. Love and anger, he thinks, are also the same