Until The Bitter End, The Emptiness Inside

A Certain Type Of Perfection Can Only Be Realized Through A Limitless Accumulation Of The Imperfect.

It Feels Good To Think About You When I'm Warm In Bed. I Feel As If You're Curled Up There Beside Me, Fast Asleep. And I Think How Great It Would Be If It Were True.

It's Basically The Same In All Periods Of Societies. If You Belong To The Majority, You Can Avoid Thinking About Lots Of Troubling Things.' 'and Those Troubling Things Are All You /can/ Think About When You're One Of The Few.' 'that's About The Size Of It,' She Said Mournfully. 'but Maybe, If You're In A Situation Like That, You Learn To Think For Yourself.' 'yes, But Maybe What You End Up Thinking For Yourself /about/ Is All Those Troubling Things.

So What’s Wrong If There Happens To Be One Guy In The World Who Enjoys Trying To Understand You?

Open Your Eyes, Train Your Ears, Use Your Head. If A Mind You Have, Then Use It While You Can.