You hear of Love in the moonlight, but who has ever heard of Love in all of its joyous splendor? I have made a most wonderful and amazing discovery in this cycle of my life concerning the meaning of the creature that is called Love. When I was a young boy, and naive in the ways of the World, many leanings toward Love were made, but I always crashed against the walls of Despair and Sorrow, and was left with bruises and a sadness that clung to me like a sticky moisture that one encounters in the tropical jungles. My belief was that true Love was a fairy tale that catered to the whims of the love-lorn, and that it had no place in my life. Many years went by, and Love continued to elude me. When it came to pass that I was not going to be a joyous and happy person, I decided to spend the rest of my days in solitude, depending on dreams to give me some solace in my state of despair and misery, in order to make it thru the night. For a long time, this was my state of being. I had forgotten about the ways of the World and its ever-conflicting nonsense, and it was becoming as if I were the only one in the World who had lost all sense of Time and Space. When all had seemed lost, Love had arrived to save me from falling into the Abyss of doom and hopelessness. I became a newly-reborn man again, and Life had new meaning for me. Someday, I will look back on all of this and wonder how I am a man who traversed the road of Perdition and lived to tell the tale that I am relating now.