I write about life and love, about how love is the divine accident when one lives without any conscious thought of love. Love is stumbled upon when your eyes are closed, and you are clumsily swatting the air for something to hold on to as you fall. Love is the net that you never knew was there, the invisible miracle, which saved you from yourself. I write how life without love is a tree that will never blossom a fruit or green leaf, and how a barren tree may never realize its true beauty.