The bane of the blogger: himself. Reading through his own posts sometime later he happens on such words as,
"Your will decides what your love is; not because it is omniscient, but because it is yours alone. Not all the demons of hell can decide it for you. Not all the choirs of angels in Heaven. Not God"
and, after Prufrock, half sighs, half mutters in exasperation to himself:
“That is not it at all,/That is not what I meant, at all.”