Oh,
what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a personal,
merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of
the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and
equinox! This is what is the matter with us, we are bleeding at the
roots, because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love
is a grinning mockery, because poor blossom, we plucked it from its
stem on the tree of Life, and expected it to keep looming in our
civilized vase on the table.
-DH Lawrence
Lady Chatterly's Lover
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