It would be fitting today to talk about love. As it is, I do already believe that it is our only significant activity. And today happens to be the day Hallmark has appointed in its honor.
It would be cliché today to talk about love. It’s so obvious. It’s everywhere. Today is love’s heyday. It’s all anyone is talking about. Shall I spare you?
I don’t think so.
I’m sorry. It’s just that it’s much too big and much too remarkable not to be celebrated and worshipped and revered and adored at every possible moment given. Even today. Even when it’s exactly what I wrote about last time. Even amidst the cheesy cards and candy hearts and red roses. Even when the entire country is singing love’s praises and we’d really like not to jump on the bandwagon. Oh but just do it.
Me? I think we should do it every single day.
The thing about love is, it’s not just a feeling. It’s more than any emotion or sensation or worldly understanding. It’s so much more than a word, an adjective, a noun or a thing. It’s more than a gesture, a kiss, a box of chocolate. Love is the most pure and absolute medium, the most true channel to the center of the center of the center of the bottom of the vast enormous ocean of this life. Love is the vehicle through which we can sink into one another’s hearts and lean on each other and stand side-by-side growing old and wise and strong. Together, with love, we are stronger. We are better.
When it’s all over I don’t think we will contemplate the notion of our “self.” What we are - individuals, flesh and blood, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. In the end, we all turn to dust. It is each other that we carry with us. And while we are here, for this very short ride, life rages all around us. And every moment, every life we touch, every friend and every lover, every brother, sister and mother we love along the way, every person we touch brings us closer to the magic of what it means to be alive.
Monday, February 14
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