Wednesday, January 09, 2008

So what is love, one may ask? Is it that fire burning inside you that wants to ravage the existing land? Is it that cool spring that soothes the dry earth below? Is it an act of commitment? Is it passion? Is it a humble affection towards another, the quietspeak of the heart?

...I love you inasmuch as I love life. Did I say that before?

...I know this. That love is one of the "precious and fragile things/ that needs special handling..." as Depeche Mode aptly put it. Held too tightly it will break. Thought about too much, it will lose its meaning.

...And I have been in two worlds. The living and the dead. A spirit-world that is real, where creative forces go to work, where hopes and dreams preferably remain, where virtues of humanity construct beauty out of nothing but the will to be (some may say the will to be free). The other world is the world of shadows, of emptiness and despair, devoid of creation, hence devolving into utter destruction.

Love exists to the ones who wants to make love real; and to others it is simply null and void, nonexistent and matters nothing anyway, or so they say.

Love to me then, I have found, lives only in the realm of the living, somewhere in the air above the ground where graves lie.


At 5:32 PM, Blogger Franny said...

Well said, my friend :)....

PS. Watch Paris Je T'aime

At 5:55 PM, Blogger Franny said...

"Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time".
- Maya Angelou

It's magical. The fascinating thing about love is its just happens and when it happens, beware!
But I believe it happens or happens most to those who open themselves up to it....

...Paris Je T'aime is out on dvd now...

At 10:25 PM, Blogger kauban said...


At 2:43 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What do you want?

You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall and the shivering blaze of every step up.

So many live on and want nothing,
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease of their light judgments.

But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.

You love most of all those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.

You have not grown old, and it's not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.

At 1:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love is patient, but will patience hold your love for eternity?

Love is like KIDLAT, it will KROSS your path when you least expect it. It's like THUNDER that will awake you from a deep slumber.

Love is ....Always understanding to the point of stupidity, Having someone to share laughters and tears, Missing him Every single day,Smiling despite the many obstacle life has to offer.

Love is hopeful.

At 3:21 PM, Blogger Lady S said...

BOO!!!! It's been forever since I've logged in. I can't express how happy I am for you. Even though I miss you like all hell, it's good to know your well......... Life long friends.


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