You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to a pulp. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. I didn't belong to anyone. I wouldn't allow myself to belong to anyone. Every transformation demands as its precondition "the ending of a world"-the collapse of an old philosophy of life. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. for there is no difference between self and other, inside and outside, and so to eat is therefore also to be totally consumed. You speak of love like it's a threat. You hold it to my throat and I flinch against it. suffering feels religious if you do it right.