Her lover, the LOVE of all her lifetimes was not a man, nor a woman, in truth and in fact it was no other being known or unknown. Nay, that which she had fallen madly, deeply, passionately, eternally in LOVE was LOVE itself…
“True, we love life, not because we are used to living,
but because we are used to loving.
There is always some madness in love,
but there is also always some reason in madness.”