“There is no better designer than nature.”
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away.
But then again (and here is one of my main complaints about human consciousness): once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it.
Josh: Oh yeah, because you’ve had such a limited life where you’ve been exposed to such
Dan: That’s exactly it! That’s the thing, I have such a narrow frame of reference. Haha, no…
Josh: When you speak of writing, we know that you’ve done some poetry.
Dan: Yeah, a bit of poetry and I would love to get into writing scripts. Just basically, the first thing I complete, will be the thing I’m drawn to.