For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit there of dust; No thorns go as deep as the rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The fact that our life’s crown is darkness, that’s the reality of life itself. The link between sex and death is one that is crueler than lust. Our relationships grow old and our loves turn into corpses or wives. The only way to survive this is to retreat into solitude, where we can become detached from the world and therefore immune to its cruelty.
No matter what form our happiness takes, it will fade anyway. What matters is how we face this truth and accept it without fear.
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