"The other error that scares us is our consistency: a reverence for our past act or word because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loth to disappoint them." (Emerson, "Self-Reliance").

The love of the other is what makes us human.

I am loth disappoint others with my words because I don't want to lose the necessary, life-affirming love of others

I am waiting for a goddess ... I've said this before

Once upon a time I sat beside a stream and held a woman.

She quoted Thoreau to me:

"There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

I'm an excitable boy. I have delusion of grandeur

However, like Byron, I know that salvation comes from a woman

Though the day of my Destiny's over,

And the star of my Fate hath declined,

Thy soft heart refused to discover

The faults which so many could find;

Though thy Soul with my grief was acquainted,

It shrunk not to share it with me,

And the Love which my Spirit hath painted

It never hath found but in Thee.

Lord Byron, "Stanzas to Augusta"

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