Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Love is... to me.
"Yet not the more could I define that sentiment, or analyze, or even steadily view it. I recognized it, sometimes in the survey of a rapidly-growing vine -- in the contemplation of a moth, a butterfly, a chrysalis, a stream of running water. I have felt it in the ocean, in the falling of a meteor. I have felt it in the glances of unusually aged people. And there are one or two stars in heaven -- (one especially, a star of the sixth magnitude, double and changeable, to be found near the large star in Lyra) in a telescopic scrutiny of which I have been made aware of this feeling. I have been filled with it by certain sounds from stringed instruments, and not unfrequently by passages from books."
Ligeia
Edgar Allan Poe
5.moon.sky was here at 1:50 am
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