What Goes By The Name Of Love

Do We Mean Love, When We Say Love?

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.

Decidedly It Will Never Have Been Given To Me To Finish Anything, Except Perhaps Breathing. One Must Not Be Greedy.

Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear

Until The Day When, Your Endurance Gone, In This World For You Without Arms, You Catch Up In Yours The First Mangy Cur You Meet, Carry It For The Time Needed For It To Love It And You It, Then Throw It Away.