Most people want like a candle flame, flickering, wavering.
But you want like a forest fire.
Getting what you want and being happy are two very different things.
When there is nothing left to want, all you do is wait till there is nothing left to wait for.
And what when there is the world to be wanted?
Like a forest fire, like a volcano, like a flaming, blazing star, like a thousand shooting suns?
And along with desire, the equal knowledge that what you want can never be
Like a parallel universe of ice, diamond-hard and bright
Waiting is all there is, for an end that will never come since resolution can never be reached without possession.
I once said that when I want someone or something, I want them like the air I breathe.
And people like me can learn to survive without air
Gill-like swimming around in the pools of substitutes
But one never forgets what real air tastes like.