When I think of perfection I think: of the song: Where Does The Good Go, by Tegan and Sara.

When I think of ancient I think: of the book: Tao Te Ching, by Lao-tzu (about 551-479 BCE)

When I think of love I think: I cannot commit, how would I possibly know anything about the sort.

When I think of art I think: Passion

When I think of life I think: of breathing

When I think of letting go I think: A good drive is best fitting...

...I think I need to get out of the house for a while