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You are young. So you know
everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen
to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk
directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and your heart, and
heart's little intelligence, and listen to me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent
penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied. When you
hear, a mile away and still out of s1ght, the churn of the water as it
begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks -- when you hear that
unmistakable pound1ng -- when you feel the mist on your mouth and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls plunging and
steaming -- then row, row for your life toward it.
--Mary Oliver
Love is giving something you haven't got to someone who doesn't exist.
--Jacques Lacan
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