[Dear Josephine,
"What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love or my dear merit?"
I am sure you know who has inked such words into paper, into existence. For you and I are the same. We know the Bard's work more than people would expect of us. A woman of your spirit, a man of my impression.
The 108th sonnet. You know in Buddhism, that number is quite special. 108 Earthly desires, 108 temptations, lies, delusions…. Whatever you may call it.
Those were the things we must face before achieving Nirvana, the Spiritual Liberation. An eternity of peace.
I have found a way to reach it. I know what I must do. When my spirit leaves this mortal shell, and my soul has nowhere to reside…. It will reside in the one I love most.
