"The narcissist exploits our longing to be bewitched. They enchant us with the possibility that we are the one that will really share in their glow...
Beautiful women, great criminals, superb jesters...never seem to be defeated."
The heart's endless desire to break; the endless desire for perfection that is both an endless desire and the still point of the heart. That first moment, when one were two, and two were one, some vague memory of speechless bliss, before time, like a grey slate slanting down, divided us. The easy weightless time when our innermost thoughts were visible in our gestures, our minds unclouded, free with the rigour and clarity of some great truth. Hands childlike, undarkened, unimaginably smooth.
"He thought of falling...suddenly held up by nothing, free, drifting past windows in one long instant, the shadow glimpsed incredibly from within."
---James Salter.
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