Love as content is in the habit of limiting formal patterns. The same goes for faith. After all, there are only so many adequate manifestations for truly strong sentiments; which, in the end, is what explains rituals.

Love is more powerful than separation, butthe latter is more lasting.

И, как лейкоцит в крови,луна в твореньях певцов, сгоравших от туберкулеза,писавших, что – от любви.

Love itself is the most elitist of passions. It acquires its stereoscopic substance and perspective only in the context of culture, for it takes up more place in the mind than it does in bed. Outside of that setting it falls flat into one-dimensional fiction.

On the whole, love comes with the speed of light; separation, with that of sound.