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| to butt our heads against that wall if it not for the memory of past fulfillments? One more blow, and it must come down. Different people are able to tolerate different levels of frustration. A friend told me once that he never attempted a door a second time that failed to open at the first touch. Another friend said he'd only just begun trying after his fist was bloodied from knocking. Some people thrive on frustration: a life too easy is a life empty. Some need a steady stream of success: they couldn't bear being thwarted a moment, they immediately dam up, swell like a frog and burst. For them, breathing is as much frustration as they can bear. (Can anyone like being thwarted? Probably only if it's a feint, a promise of future satisfaction. As in intellectual exploration. Physical adven-  | ture. Worldly ambition. Spiritual progress. Love games.) (You make me suffer so that I might love you the more, says love to beauty. I know you. Do you, says beauty as she turns her back.) Nothing being easier, after all, than to turn your back on love.) "The most you can hope for in the game of love is a draw. If you win, you lose." The ultimate frustration equalling the ultimate fulfillment: love me as I love you - absolutely and forever. "And if you lose, you lose." ***  | |||
