Sometimes I think all we can do in this mad, crazy, heartbreaking world is to crack open our hearts and let the yolk ooze out all over each other. Loving up on enemies, lovers, sufferers, the broken. In other words, all of us at some point. Loving up and being gentle and soft and patient with each other.
Loving up. Not in the way that comes easy but in the way that challenges us. That to me, is the point of this whole mad, crazy world.
