Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
We travel together, passengers on a little spaceship,
dependent on it's vulnerable reserves of air and soil, all
committed, for our safety, to it's security and peace.
Preserved from annihilation only by the care, the work and
the love we give our fragile craft.
We focus so much on our differences, and that is creating,
I think, a lot of chaos and negativity and bullying in the
world. And I think if everybody focused on what we all have
in common - which is - we all want to be happy.