There are intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?