"See this girl? Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sails. Maybe she’s your first great one."
- A Bronx Tale
Losing any self coherence with utter disregard.
I am like a heroin addict
In my longing for a sublime state,
For that ground of Conscious Nothing,
Where the Rose ever
Oh, the Friend
Has done me a great favor
and has so thoroughly ruined my life,
What else would you expect
Seeing God would do!
"The Quintessence of Loneliness"