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A poem I came across the other day:

The Quality of Love


In the throws of the affair
I was surprised to learn
I could love two women
With intensity
At the same time
One with whom I’d spent many years
And one recently met

Now
The quality of these loves
Is best described by the difference
In my bathroom behavior—toilet procedure
At home
Though the room was occupied
(my wife in the tub)
when ya gotta go
Ya gotta go—and I always went
But in an apartment near chicago
I would carefully close the door
Run the water
And turn the fan on

During this time
If a doctor had informed me
I had but six months to live
Looking back
I think
I would have chosen
The apartment
For the first three months
But I know now
I would have wished to go home
To die
With someone who knows just
How full of crap
I really am

And an excerpt from the book, Still Life With Woodpecker, by Tom Robbins:

"Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious questions is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself."