'I am only the house of your beloved, not the beloved herself: true love is for the treasure, not for the coffer that contains it.’ The real beloved is that one who is unique, who is your beginning and your end. When you find that one, you’ll no longer expect anything else: that is both the manifest and the mystery. That one is the lord of states of feeling, dependent on none; month and year are slaves to that moon. When he bids the ‘state,’ it does His bidding; when that one wills, bodies become spirit.
Seeking: Highly motivated young comedy writer to compliment my own particular skill set. Ideally located in central New Jersey(will not pay for relocation, or anything. Coffee sometimes, maybe) and interested in working on new and original scripts for tv or film as well as sketch writing.