Because he loves as man only, not as human being, for this reason there is in his sexual feeling something narrow, seeming wild, spiteful, time-bound, uneternal, that diminishes his art and makes it ambiguous and doubtful. It is not immaculate, it is marked by time and by passion and little of it will survive and endure.
--Rilke on the human relationship patterns
Players only love you when they’re playing. I struck out, yet I continue to develop a game plan. When does all the strategizing end? Must it end with a broken heart, or does experience actually count for something? Can I apply anything from my past or will I simply muster up some bravado and champion the newness of it all.