poemranker ::Replying

ReplyTo a comment on REM Sleep by mystic enoch.

zodiac20 Mar 2006

P.S. -- EVERYONE'S GIFT

Hilda: We shall not go to heaven, and even if we were both to go, we would have no eyes to see each other, no hands to touch each other. In heaven, there is no time for anything but God... Here you are: a little flesh, worn-out, rough, miserable—a life, a wretched life. It is this flesh and this life I love. We can only love on Earth, and against God’s will... When people love each other they become invisible to God.

- Sartre, "The Devil and the Good Lord"