The Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

Echo is being’s call of distress into the present.

Echo is that which, by exposing us to modernity’s deep distress, also launches the other beginning of philosophy.

Echo is the scream of forgotten being from amidst the reign of technology.

A Laugh is a yawn and a yawn is a laugh ratcheting at different speeds.

A Laugh is a smile that bursts.

A Laugh is a smile that can’t contain its enthusiasm.

A Laugh is a smile that burst

Longing is, for some people, a greater pleasure than pleasure.

Longing is a sort of loneliness for an unknown yet deeply perceived presence.

Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.

Longing is, along with feeling, the motive force behind all human endeavor and human creation, in however exalted a guise the latter may present themselves to us.

Love is what makes a small bed big.

Love is a tangle of sighs

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

Love is to be vulnerable.