Millerian Sentiments

"...Miriam is the name of names...She swallowed me up and carried me along; she enfolded me like a mother, warmed me like a mistress and dispatched me like a fairy. I never had an impure thought about her, never desired her, never craved for a caress. I loved her so deeply, so completely, that each time I met her it was like being born again. All I demanded was that she should remain alive, be of this earth,...her mere existence was all-sufficing...

I don't know how long this went on...I was in love with love. To love! To surrender absolutely, to prostrate oneself before the divine image, to die a thousand imaginary deaths, to annihilate every trace of self, to find the whole universe embodied and enshrined in the living image of another! Adolescent, we say. Rot! This is the germ of the future life, the seed which we hide away, which we bury within us, which we smother and stifle and do our utmost to destroy as we advance from one experience to another and flutter and flounder and lose our way."

Sexus, Henry Miller