Words & One-Liners, May 2007
I’m stuffed into a silver suit….is it enough to be the attendant pumping gasinto a car driven by someone who worksthe night shiftat a factory making partsfor one small componentin a rocket engine?
I’m stuffed into a silver suit….is it enough to be the attendant pumping gasinto a car driven by someone who worksthe night shiftat a factory making partsfor one small componentin a rocket engine?
I no longer remember where I first found the perspective I am about to share, but I do know that it wasnt my own work, so Ill honor its creator anonymously. The idea I am referring to suggests that the first, and theoretically lowest, form of love we experience is that we love someone else
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