The reason I am often disappointed in your posts is that nothing you could copy could possibly compare to you; the vital ache of your questions, the subtle sculptures of your thoughts, your impossible authenticity… your sacred and inspired uniqueness.

So please, forget about Yechart Toll and Roomie, forget about images of beauty that can never compare to your eyes or voice. Forget, forget, and let your own light overcome every famous quote or seductive image ever produced. It is you I hunger for. You, and the spirit-wind that flies from your soul to nourish the world. The secret stars of your inner skies. The raging storms of you. Give me your fire. I must have it to survive. Give me your conflagrations. Whole and pure.