Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
I was very nervous about going up to teach at Stanford and very nervous even about going to ARPA.
The pain comes from knowing that we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be so ignorant again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again. Losing innocence. Remembering heaven. That was the essence of hell.

