"I defy you not to dance to this song."
All the love in the world, if merely coming from one, loyal, sweet well, will not be enough for you. You need infinite oceans. You need flowing rivers. You need rushing, deafening falls. You need torrents of rain. You need the universe, or what you worship as your universe (this superficial world of celebrity!) to tell you, in the most enormous, grandest gesture, what you could be and what you could be presented as to others. But in the overwhelming deluge, as you bob among the waves, you realize that there is no love, right? There is only the consuming awareness. But you prefer it. You crave it. Selfish but you can’t help it.