I cried, for I didn’t think it could be true.
That you and I might have always known one another.
And that we could not only evoke, but conjure a place of our own.
And everywhere. That has ever existed.
Is all on the surface of our dream.
Now please. Hear what I hear.
Let me explain.
This ugliness, this cruelty, this repulsiveness.
It will all die out.
And now, I cry for all that is beautiful
Love and respect woman. Look to her not only for comfort, but for strength and inspiration and the doubling of your intellectual and moral powers. Blot out from your mind any idea of superiority; you have none.
To enjoy life, we must touch much of it lightly.