I want to know
I want to understand what causes the human heart to yearn for more. What is it that keeps us inventing, painting portraits, discovering new insects, naming stars, looking for more, never being satisfied with what we have?
I want to know what allows the human heart to love. What confuses us? What is it that says that I must have love now?
Are we our own instrument of destruction? Do we dig our own graves? Do we allow ourselves to be tantalized by what’s going on inside us that demands attention, that demands intimacy, that we just look for some person to fill a role? That might love us back? That might fulfill all of our desires?
That might never leave?
I want to know.
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