It wounded him to think that he would be but a shy guest at the feast of the world's culture and that monkish learning...was held no higher by the age he lived in then the subtle and curious jargons of heraldry and falconry.
I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.
— Theodore I. Rubin, MD
I love you Joss.
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