MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone. + Thomas Merton + + +

Desire: who, except priests, would want to call it ‘lack’? Nietzsche call it ‘Will to Power.’ There are other names for it. For example, ‘grace.’ Desire is not at all easy, but this is precisely because it gives, instead of lacks, ‘virtue which gives.’ Those who link desire to lack, the long column of crooners of castration, clearly indicate a long resentment, like an interminable bad conscience…Lack refers to a positivity of desire, and not desire to a negativity of lack. Even individually, the construction of the plane is a politics, it necessarily involves a ‘collective,’ collective assemblages, a set of social becoming. There isn’t a desire for power, it is power itself that is desire. Not a desire-lack, but desire as plentitude, exercise, functioning, even in the most subaltern of workers. Being an assemblage, desire is precisely one with the gears and the components of the machine, one with the power of the machine.

Deleuze and Guattari, The Anti-Oedipus

I crave love but I never let my walls down to love someone. I crave intimacy but I shy away when someone shows me affection. I crave permanence but I end things before anything take roots. I detest hurt but I only let myself find love in doomed places. I am the largest walking contradiction I know.
I want someone who will adore me so much that they cannot even walk past me without touching me in some way. I want someone who will worship me, even when.. I’m sick and tired of being on my own. Most of the time I’m fine. Some of the time I even quite enjoy it. But at this precise moment in time I’m fed up with it. I’ve had enough..
—  Jane Green, Mr. Maybe