Lyrics

You entered into my dreams again
dreams that inform me
my conscience wracked with pain
In your memory Iím soaked in the rain

Daphne

In your blood you made that yellow star
the muffins that you made for me
they seemed like a lie to me

so I

started stretching your neck

I started looking way past
started seeing what your horses would do

your horses were spooked by me
my horses spooked by you

never had I loved a woman so much
I never found a nymph like you

You dug the ground hiding from me
Thatís what passions do

devil pansy, you wilted up
from a condition neither of us had chose

lucky girl, I tied you to me
to Gods immortal coil


giraffe

Analysis

"Is he lying when he says he loves you? No, usually not. Most of my clients do feel a powerful sensation inside that they call love.

For many of them, it is the only kind of feeling toward a female partner that they have ever had, so they have no way of knowing that it isnít love. When an abusive man feels the powerful stirring inside that other people call love he is probably largely feeling:

- The desire to have you devote your life to keeping him happy with no outside interference.

- The desire to have sexual access.

- The desire to impress others by having you be his partner.

- The desire to possess and control you.

Genuine love means respecting the humanity of the other person, wanting what is best for him or her, and supporting the other personís self value and independence. This kind of love is incompatible with abuse and coercion. "

Lundy Bancroft, author of Why Does He Do that? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men

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It is only he who feels that every other man is also an ego, a monad, an individual centre of the universe, with specific manner of feeling and thinking and a distinct past, he alone is in a position to avoid making use of his neighbours as means to an end."

- Otto Weininger (April 3, 1880 - October 4, 1903)

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Willed introversion, in fact, is one of the classic implements of creative genius and can be employed as a deliberate device. It drives the psychic energies into depth and activates the lost content of both unconscious infantile and archetypal images. The result, of course, may be a disintegration of consciousness more or less complete (neurosis, psychosis); but on the other hand, if the personality is able to absorb and integrate the new forces, there will be experience an almost super-human degree of self consciousness and masterful control. This is a basic principle of the indian discipline of yoga. It has been the way, also, of many creative spirits in the west. It cannot be described, quite, as an answer to any specific call. Rather it is as a deliberate, terrific refusal to respond to anything but the deepest highest richest answer to the as yet unknown demand of some waiting void within: a kind of total strike, or rejection of the offered terms of life, as a result of which some power of transformation carries the problem to a plane of new magnitudes, where it is suddenly and finally resolved. (Joseph Campbell, The Hero With A Thousand Faces)

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