So what do you really wanna do?
If I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on Every art book ever written.
Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right?
But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling…
If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
You're a tough kid. And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more onto the breach, dear friends…"
But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap…and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to you for help.
I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable……
Known someone that could level you with her eyes……feelin' like God put an angel on earth just for you……who could rescue you from the depths of hell……
You don't know about real loss……'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.