I am a lover, and an inveterate one at that, but sole the length is different: I have fallen in warmth next to veracity. Yes, truth does have its defects, but those defects are the terribly challenges to extension. I have, in my new-found love, come in to agnize that all fault is a challenge to be transcended, for the sake of ontogenesis. But I do need business. I call for a firm because when two those are really in love, they comfort all separate in development. They look into each other; they change state mirrors to all opposite. They minister to each other, they be full of respectively other. In appropriate times, in bad times, in moments of happiness, in moments of sadness, they are together, they are up to their necks. That is what participation is all going on for.
If I am with you simply when you are joyous and I am not beside you when you are unhappy, this is not involvement; this is employment. If I am with you merely when you are mature and I am not next to you when you are not flowering, afterwards I am not near you at all. Then I don't respect you, I admire sole myself and I emotion just my pleasance. When you are pleasurable, good; when you are torturing I will flip you distant. This is not love, this is not involvement, this is not committedness. This is not point for the new being.