I have this to say about Breakfast at Tiffany’s… I wish I could tell more though, but I cannot.

Everything else I had privy to today, illustrates in one way or another – one of the following forms of love; eros, xenia, philia, storge, agape. Some in more striking fashion than the other, but these juxtaposition of literature and art, today, compounds and builds upon my lingering thoughts over the past few days.

How we struggle with life. And love. And the battle of accepting that tis’ better to have loved than not to have loved at all. Speaking of which, that saying… was in reference to a more brotherly love than a lost lover – I found out. Google “In Memoriam”.

In the end, it seems – we all seek love to find arete. To emancipate to a higher state of being – holds some truth.

Arya… what a nice name. Comes from the same root work for arete.