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The Most Precious Gift You Can Bring To Your Lover Is Your Suffering.

But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

I Think That We All, Each One Of Us, We All Have To Earn Our Future.

For This Is What We Do. Put One Foot Forward And Then The Other. Lift Our Eyes To The Snarl And Smile Of The World Once More. Think. Act. Feel. Add Our Little Consequence To The Tides Of Good And Evil That Flood And Drain The World. Drag Our Shadowed Crosses Into The Hope Of Another Night. Push Our Brave Hearts Into The Promise Of A New Day. With Love; The Passionate Search For Truth Other Than Our Own. With Longing; The Pure, Ineffable Yearning To Be Saved. For So Long As Fate Keeps Waiting, We Live On.

Didier Once Told Me, In A Rambling, Midnight Dissertation, That A Dream Is The Place Where A Wish And A Fear Meet. When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, He Said, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.