Now I follow light...

Generally, by the time you understand real love, most of your hair has been blown off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are loved you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

It's risky, falling in love. He should know, for he has been in love before. It's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love. "What a horrible way to put it," he thought to himself.

The clock starts ticking...

And here I am sitting again, yes, sitting again by this faithful lamp, feeling indescribably serene and unhurried. I shall travel this day's path quite calmly and just take a little trip in my mind that leads me who knows where - my eyes and head are slightly overstressed and overstrained. One must have the patience to do a little less. Because sooner or later I will realize that the very things I most desperately need are the very things I am unable to give myself. Therefore, I will either be left despising the fact that I am doomed to live out a life that is perpetually empty, or I will realize that an empty tomb is the single thing that will eternally fill me.

Let the river take control...