By the banks of the river Piedra, I sat down and wept. The most beautiful book on the face of this earth- and my ideal for love. I have never felt quite such full feelings as I read a book, nor have I ever felt so in touch with the being of a book. yes, a book can be. And i was at one with it. For the short day that I spent reading it, I knew love. I was in love. I had love. And now that is is over, I wept, because I had lost love. Because love was theirs. And I know that I do not have a love of my own. And I know that I will find it. i want love. i want to need love. and I think i now know what the sensation of love is. with all its' wonders, love is pain and suffering. And I am ready for it. And I'm also burbling. I just love that book. All Paulo Coelho's books so far has surprised me in their depth. They all illustrate his search for his religion in himself, and for the first time, I don't feel as if I'm being preached at, but being told to find my own religion. and not one where I follow others. But one I make myself and find only within myself. I feel as if I'm being told to find faith, but faith in myself. I think I now see how having faith in myself is so important to how i am to have faith in the world around me. How I am to trust those around me. And be accepting of it. And i just noticed how twice already I've started a passage with the name of a song or book. Or a line. Or however you wish to call it. I am influenced greatly by those things around me. And i feel so enlightened right now. and i really want a hug right now. and i want to feel love. And I want to be on the road towards agape- the ultimate love, where you give all. Where love IS all. but mostly, I really need a hug.