loveleaf line

First you must accept that you're not going to be happy. Really know it. Let it sigh.

And then step aside, and let the human come through who's going to do it anyway. Who's going to be, be, be.

Continually in grief of what you once were and what you will not be, you cannot accomplish anything.

(In fact, you will not accomplish anything.)

You don't have to do anything. You only have to live. When you have lifted aside the tarp of that grief, it's not too bad, is it? Terribly simple.

You only have to let the child survive. Let the smile subsist apart from the ardor, for a while.

For just a little while.

No promise. No pain.

You just have to let it come through.

Give yourself permission. Give yourself permission.

Give yourself permission.

Please.

(The human is asking. Please?)

What spirit you are that is not of hopekind, must be put down in a quiet box.

You cannot allow the fear to live. You cannot allow the fear to lie.

(Or you can do anything you like. So long as the human can survive.)

You must love yourself so violently that everything horrible about you simply dies.