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And what is fear of need but need itself?

Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable?

There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.

And there are those who have little and give it all.

 Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet, on Giving.

I went to sleep under blinking stars and a sleeping bag last night on the ship. A soft humming noise from the equipment and the constant ticking, green flashing lights calmed me to a sleep.

My heart skips when she's around, and it's so damn bad for me.

Forgive me for being selfish.