Can souls traverse their lenses?

Can the Self be conveyed? Can the soul climb out of its windows? I feel as if I can.

It's love - I am possessed by a desire, a draw which owns the needle of my compass.

Love will be necessary for me to grow infinitely farther; it is the capacity for the infinite by mutually sustained reflection of selves - the two become the inverse halves of one, all of existence within all of existence.

"And two become one."

The object of one's love is one's choice. One chooses whether to control that choice.

I love everything.

Still, I feel as if there is a reflection of me missing. I am, and want only to be myself; I am aware of the insubstantiality of external forces - and I want to be owned by the one of them that is able to match me.

Re: Sunday -- (E-Mail)

I recall that what I did was to take that ever-present sense of loneliness - the one that continually grew if I focused on it - and determined its inverse, and turned it into that. Instead of being lonely because I was by myself, I saw my unallocated love pour out onto everything that shares my existence. It's wonderful, and I still have to remember to be this rather than return to the gloom that has been my familiar abode over the last decade and more - a depression that became a safe place to be, something that I was loathe to relinquish - and continue to fend off.

This is a quote from a typewriter journal entry that I found and posted it to my blog, journal year unknown:
"I think this is harder to describe because, at least as much as it is a new feeling (or mood or mindset; it is the state of my mind and soul), it is the tangible void of something old and familiar, the absence of something that had a stranglehold on me and constricted tightly around the organ in me that feels happiness and contentment."

I remember that one time,

you cried in my arms. It was amazing, to hold you, so much more dear to me than I'd ever intended you to become, and to listen to you cry. You were always so strong, so ready for anything; your sobs rocked us both while I inhaled and kissed your hair. How did I deserve an experience so beautiful? Wherever I go, I have seen enough love to last me. I'm still hungry for more; no longer do I feel a pressing need, but a very patient desire. I'm am content to wait.