In my quest to express myself, my dear, sick Janie has directed me to a quote that sums it up.
In a book called Walden, which I admit I have not yet read, Henry David Thoreau wrote
“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck the marrow out of life, to put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.”
What else is there to say?
If my lover feels better tomorrow, we’re planning a trip to the bookstore. She for some science books, I for a copy of Walden.