Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.
~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook
To each his/her summits and abysses, no one lives for them or through them. They are either nice or terrible, short or long... finding yourself there for a long time inevitably kills you, earlier than you would have wanted. So we live for the in-between, the many shades and shapes and colors which make life the rich tapestry it is. Touching from time to time either the summit or the abyss, yet always (hopefully) able to retreat to the safety of perennially metamorphosing hills and meadows, and to that life proffering restlessness of color.