I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.
Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.
The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.
Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.