What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.

“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”

“oh, the letters have dropped off, though they say you got them all; i finally figured out some things you’ll never know. take back your life and let me inside. we’ll find the door if you care to anymore.”