Love? I will tell thee what it is to love! It is to build with human thoughts a shrine, where hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove; where time seems young, and life a thing divine. All tastes, all pleasures, all desires combine to consecrate this sanctuary of bliss. Above, the stars in cloudless beauty shine; around, the streams their flowery margins kiss; and if there’s heaven on earth, that heaven is surely this.
Charles Swain (1801 – 1874)
scalar.usc.edu/works/lucas-collection-poetry-scrapbook/explication-of-love-by-charles-swain
The light at the end of the tunnel is likely an oncoming train.
Healthy people forget how nice it is to not feel sick every moment of consciousness.
That’s both funny and disturbing!
That was a response to the comment about the light at the end of the tunnel
That’s a beautiful quote by Charles Swain