“I love easily. Almost accidentally. Really, I just think most people are amazing, even if they act or think … in ways I don’t like. Thing is, humans loving is like birds flying. It’s what we are. Not the insipid narratives and images. The actual communion that happens way before language, or even thought. It’s pure. A spark of that invites us into incarnation. If you ask me, you should whip that spark into a conflagration unlike anything the world has seen or would otherwise allow. Frankly, I’ll help.”

— an anonymous lover