contemplating the last post...

I endlessly edited the closing sentences in the beautiful morning post (July 24, 2020), but it is the sentence that took the longest to perfect which has stuck with me and bears repeating…

When I think of you, I soften.

This is primordial. I am increasingly certain nothing else much matters.

…I don't know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love…

…I don't know how you were diverted

You were perverted too

I don't know how you were inverted

No one alerted you…

- George Harrison, While My Guitar Gently Weeps