Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea. Understand that your morality is not law.

The tiny tealeaf of consciousness spreads its bittersweet smoke through the sea of the primitive mind. Law is invented, then morality, then love, then forgiveness. Thousands and thousands of ideas, knit together over time, each one less practical and more ornamental than the last, all stretched taut above the wandering, wondering heads like a little pavilion; a temporary shelter for the human project.

All men are homosexual, some turn straight. It must be very odd to be a straight man because your sexuality is hopelessly defensive. It's like an ideal of racial purity.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

The sea being so deep and so large, I'm sure other mysteries lurk out there, unseen and unsolved.

To see the sea of all of the purple shirts coming, you just stand there in awe.