Man doesn't fall in love, love falls upon him... like a 200lb concrete slab. And, boy, when it falls on you, it falls hard and it buries you to the ground, it crushes your bones, you lose your heart, and when you lose your heart, you lose your heartbeat, and when you lose your heartbeat, you are nothing better than a dead man, and you suffer for the rest of your life and you walk like a dead man until the day you die. And the day you die is the day you are free from suffering. But until the day you die, you pay the price of that love falling upon thee.

But I love this text box (rich text box) or whatever. Finally, sajha is going hi-tec. (And I don't really love the homepage, I still need to get used to that friggin' "I like old style" and "I like old style shiz".