Crossing The Channel
Q: What is the cause of the world?
Q: Why do men revolt?
A: To find beauty, either in life or in death.
Q: What is for each of us inevitable?
Q: And what is the greatest marvel?
A: Each day, death strikes, and we live as though we were immortal. This is the greatest marvel.
My wife is the single greatest gift that the universe has bestowed upon me. Greater than eyesight, greater than intellect, greater than strength or longing or knowledge.
I cannot believe my good fortune.
Not that the universe dropped her in my lap, exactly.
I have never fought for a thing harder.
There were many times I thought, without exaggeration, that it would be the end of me to win her.
And now, each day, I taste the fruit of my sweet victory. If there be a greater boon than spending each minute of my life with her, I cannot imagine it, nor would I trade what I have with her for it, though it be some golden wish-granting machine.
I have what I have always wanted.
You think me a fool. You think that I overstate my case.
You could not be more wrong.
If I sin, it is only by not giving her her due.
I used to believe that there was a magical world, just beyond this one.
Now I know that this is the magical realm after all.
I have pledged myself to love.
I have no regrets.