I am going through a "Hemingway" phase....

I believe that love that is true and real creates a respit from death.  All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing.  And when the man who is brave and true, looks death squarely in the face, as did some rhino hunter that I know, or Belmonte, who is truly love.  It is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds until it returns, as it does, to all men, and then he must make really good love again~ Think About it.

Good Afternoon, from Small Wonders