as i dream about movies they won't make of me when i'm dead -

"every adult life could be said to be defined by two great love stories. the first - the story of our quest for sexual love - is well known and well charted, its vagaries form the staple of music and literature, it is socially accepted and celebrated. the second - the story of our quest for love from the world - is a more secret and shameful tale. if mentioned, it tends to be in caustic, mocking terms, as something of interest chiefly to envious or deficient souls, or else the drive for status is interpreted in an economic sense alone. and yet this second love story is no less intense than the first, it is no less complicated, important or universal, and its setbacks are no less painful. there is heartbreak here too. "

"every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. we fall in love hoping we won't find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise, and stupidity. we throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. we locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved hope to maintain (against the evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in our species. "

labrīt.