Been talking to someone today who married three times. And now I wonder: how can a person come up with the soul capacity to try over and over again? Does one not say “Once bitten, twice shy”? Or is it that modern life affords us the possibility to correct errors in choice of partners whereas in former times you just were stuck. Unless you were prepared to sacrifice reputation, livelihood or worse.
Over and over, Morcheeba
I am with this lady and her song right now. Up the cup!
