never-enough

Words are never enough!

Thanks to our artists, we pretend well, living under canopies of painted clouds and painted gods, in halls of marble floors across which the sung Masses paint hope in deep impatsi of echo. We make of the hollow world a fuller, messier, prettier place, but all our inventions can't create the one thing we require: to deserve any fond attention we might accidentally receive, to receive any fond attention we don't in the course of things deserve. We are never enough to ourselves because we can never be enough to another. Any one of us walks into any room and reminds its occupant that we are not the one they most want to see. We are never the one. We are never enough.

Greed is a little bit more than enough.

He looked at me with serious eyes, but not the kind that made me wonder what I__ done wrong. The kind that made me wonder what I__ done right.

A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.