Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static. Everything is evolving. Everything is falling apart. -------- And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you and show you my weak side What would you do? -------- Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. -------- And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -------- Do I contradict myself? / Very well then I contradict myself / (I am large, I contain multitudes) -------- "Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes don't see as well and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."