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AmoreAhh Love, it is only fitting that I take a moment to dedicate a post to the subject. What is Love? Is that not the question man has asked since he first discovered love? It is the inspiration of some of the greastes prose and poetry. The subject of lieature, art, movies, TV, music, and song. It is perhaps one of the most sought after and desired yet untangable things there is. Perhaps it is not for everyone, but it is the one thing so many of us seek, and yet which of us can really cliam to understand it? It is undesicrable, undefinable. And yet we all seem to have this instinct or intuition, this faith that we will know it, that we can feel it. Even though we cannot see it, taste it, touch it or here it. We try to put into words, but often only capture a dim shade of it.
There are so many different types of love, and it can be felt in so many ways, yet we cannot truly catagroize or classify it, it is just something we know. We feel it differently. There is family love, love of friends, and even in Romantic and more Intimate love there are different degress of it, even from person to person. Those we have encoutered and enaged with, we have loved each of them in different ways. No two loves are ever really alike.
Where does love even come from? Nobody truly knows. Is it born of the mind? Of the soul? The heart?
The dicitionary defines love as :
1 a (1) : strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties Now in some ways it seems absurb that the word would even be in the dicitionary to begin with, how can this book, this gathering of words know what love is when no one else does? Hold the secerets that we have never been able to answer and unlock. Granted all of these things might describe love, what we feel in love. How we think of love, but is it really what Love is?
There is something almost devine about love. Something etheral, much like fate of destiny. Love has been grandizied, and villified. It has been a heroine, and a demise. Can anything else arise such strong emotions of both positivitity and negativity and often simotanously?
Is there anything else that is so mysterious, so unknown, so enigmatic that has become so much a part of myth and legend? That people have both been willing to kill for and die for. That has both given the will to live, and taken it away?
Is there anything else that has had the ablity to cross so many boundries. The things people have done in the name of Love, things a person perhaps would never before consider to do, but were dirven by this foce, that seems to hold us in such a strong grip.
Ineed I think that perhaps we are in fact in love with Love.
7:54 PM - 10/10/2006 - post comment
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