abundance

And still the fear.

She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.

Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

I don’t trust the truth of memories because what leaves us departs forever There’s only one current of this sacred river but I still want to remain faithful to my first astonishments to recognize as wisdom the child’s wonder and to carry in myself until the end a path in the woods of my childhood dappled with patches of sunlight to search for it everywhere in museums in the shade of churches this path on which I ran unaware a six-year old toward my primary mysterious aloneness

You speak of suffering, of withdrawal, retreat. Face this suffering, for all the real suffering can save us from unreality. Real pain is human and deepening.