From inside the warmth of her kiss, her words pour into the heart of my soul:
"Such a fine line it is that separates those who would sustain the promise of myriad pleasures for their own sake at the expense of a lasting love from those who would sustain the promise of a lasting love at the expense of myriad pleasures. Might there not be a balance to be struck between the two, or better yet, a balance that would take the best from both? Such a question, I believe, is worthy of both lovers of myriad pleasures whose variety is endless and masters of a single lasting love whose depths and heights are as bottomless and limitless as they are sacred and divine."
I crack a smile in spite of myself.
About Me
- Christopher
- Woman, at her best, like water, serves as she goes along: like water, she seeks her own level, the common level of life; loves living close to the earth; living clear down to her heart; loves kinship with her neighbours; the pick of words that tell the truth; the even tenor of a well-run state; the fair profit of able dealing; the right timing of useful deeds; and for blocking no one's way, no one blames her -- Chapter 8, The Way of Life (according to Lao Tzu), translated by Witter Bynner, with the gender in this passage switched by yours truly to pay homage to Woman.