Life is full of despair. To me, it's a beautiful woman. Never, never will I approach
and talk to her. My heart would fail me before I ever do that. I'm envious of those
men who can successfully do that. I'm ashamed of my weakness for external or
physical beauty of women. I should be a man who can appreciate spiritual beauty of
women rather than physical beauty.
But to tell you the truth, I get almost choked to death whenever I see a
beautiful lady. (May 9, 2003)

The Sick Rose by William Blake
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.