The threshold between lust and disillusionment is called love. And it only takes a foot or two to cross it. or ignore it. and it won’t take so long to forget it was even really there, between what you did and don’t want to do again.

Which reminds me of another platitude I’ve had burning for a while: I believe in God but I don’t believe in religion: reason being --- god is whatever you want him to be – whatever mould you want to shape round him – religion is a long and winding road and has a toll on every corner – religion perverts god – turns him into a gangster. Enough!