Chalk this up to apathy, this silence. Talk this up as awe; I am dumbstruck, under water. My mouth is agape. And God is love. Or translated, "And everything is infinite." Words cannot express...
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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