Love story

First we summited, then we spelunked.

The Virgil effect

Life befriends and guides generous men. Tightwads fall into holes they’ve dug themselves.

An oceanic event

Sitting in the stillness this morning, a single tear plummeted down my cheek.

Descent

We do not fall in love. We fall into love, into the awareness of who we are.

Love is a state of being. It is impersonal. It has no object, point or purpose.