"You haven't loved yet," he said. "You've only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, illusion is not love, desire alone is… - Anaïs Nin

But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.