![]() ![]() ![]() Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need. Students confuse teachers, patients confuse psychiatrists, lovers with confused hearts confuse lovers with clear hearts. If I flinch when you say you love me, it's both of our problems. I'm talking about taking one thing, however trivial and mundane, to such extremes that you illuminate its relationship to all other things, and then taking it a little bit further-to that point of cosmic impact where it becomes all other things. That's tame and insular and severely limiting. When a person specializes he channels all of his energies through one narrow conduit he knows one thing extremely well and is ignorant of almost everything else. ![]() And it doesn't matter what it is that you select, because when it has been pushed far enough it contains everything else. If you take any activity, any art, any discipline, any skill, take it and push it as far as it will go, push it beyond where it has ever been before, push it to the wildest edge of edges, then you force it into the realm of magic. Don't you see that it doesn't matter what activity Sissy chose? It doesn't matter what activity anyone chooses. ![]()
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