And did I happen to mention what love is? It’s space. Beautiful space.
The man whose ambitions have been turned inside out, whose heart is drawn to the formless, will have increasingly less to do with the world of forms.
Diaphragmatic breathing changes everything, inside and out. Thoracic breathing is good enough, but no man finds his inspiration in mere adequacy.
What isn’t there makes what is there stand out. For beauty’s sake, subtract.
I am not a good person; nor am I a bad person. I am not even a person.