‘Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith. […] Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen.’
‘What if there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannote choose but to love?’
‘Then in such a case your temple is self and sentiment. Then in such a case you are a fanatic of desire, a slave to your individual subjective narrow self’s sentiments; a citizen of nothing. You become a citizen of nothing. You are by yourself and alone, kneeling to yourself.’
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.