About Me: God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are black, creatures are opaque. To love a human being, is to render her transparent. Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees...Whoever we may be, we all have our living, breathing beings. If they fail us, the air fails us, we stifle, then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul....What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests on anything but what is elevated and great... If no one loved, the sun would go out. - from "Les Miserables", by Victor Hugo, Marius, Book 5, Chapter 4