All about: love

The making of a misanthrope
They did not come. What is the source of the sacredness of a personal promise - or any nonchalant 'yes' that can be construed as a promise? I am searching for God. He is not in the church, the clergy is shipwrecked on a dead ocean of rituals. What replaces the pews and the holy, ...
There is only one thing
Remember, there is only one thing. There are not two things. I have developed an all-encompassing hatred for the universe. It's me, it's always me who is the ultimate cause of the trauma, hence I am the creator of worlds, I am god. Pain is god. There is only one thing. Don't make the mistake ...
Enough
rice and beans sprouts and greens water and love life itself - is enough
Honor and love - what else - defy the usurpation of meaning by the Story of capitalism, because they require the notion of "enough"
Love
Love is a prison of the heart Says the infatuated: You are my prison guard
we observe the armistice between our shadows today, we live in a world of small things
Leading a life that will never be approved of
So there. This is what you have done. Something inside is waiting until you are gone. My highest morality is a travesty. My greatest love, revolting. My sacred ones, a blemish on your race. My hatred, the purest thing I know.
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing, How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead and how In the grave all love shall sleep Love is aweary now – James Joyce