And ultimately, are estranged from our hearts.
And all for what?

Thrill of the chase, dissipated by the seconds of my short life, grasping for the heights but actually catching nothing.

That opens our heart and causes one less broken heart.
Isolated heart.

It was my Palace.
It is my Palace.

But above them all, is love.

To love and be loved. In complete freedom, to breed freedom.

What is it about the human condition that over and over we trade diamonds for fool’s gold?

Are the things I love worth what I’ve become or am becoming?

A bit more challenging than turning the other cheek.

I left heavy but also with a deep joy at the opportunity to encounter another human person, another mystery. Another imprint has been left on my life because of him.