I had coffee with a familiar stranger recently and was told a marvelous story. It started like all good stories do with love, or at the very least, the idea of it. The blood pumping kind of love that makes you feel alive.  And when she opened her mouth more of that energy kept coming out and I had to push my wooden chair back ever so often just to feel like I wouldn't get swallowed up. Because that's what happens to us all if we allow it. I won't tell you the story but I'll let you feel what it's like to get swallowed up. Dunk your head in cold water and scream. Look in the mirror and never recognize yourself. Run a hot bath and drown.