Love doesn't exist retard.

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"I'll go ahead and warn you now
Im tryna come across as normal now
all my life i've been called insane
looked as if im strange
can't tame em, can't blame em
for looking at me like i can't change
but with that said, still i rise"

Is love just another feeling like anger or happiness? Or could it be that all the emotions that whirl us around in our lives are so many fractions of the force of love? Could it be that all feeling is love? That all emotion is love or a derivative of love? Sure seems like it. And that would make love a different kind of animal.

I am in love. I am in something. And it's carrying me somewhere. I experience the allure and joy of submission to a force that is outside myself. But I am also submitting to aspects within myself, my physical nature, a physical nature which is also a consciousness and a feeling, a sensation that feels and knows.

I am in love: the rules of society, the names and borders, no longer limit me. It's a foretaste of what we are meant for. It's nature using our inherent mysticism to join us to the species, to the earth, to all the sensibilities of our terrestrial world.

We talk too much about love--possibly because we live only with half of love, no matter how we break it down and classify it. We live mainly with the half that seeks our own pleasure, or psychological security, or the begetting of children. Yet because it's only half, it engages only half of the human self.

But there's another half of love. There's another half of human nature and there's another half of all intimate human relationships. We are born incomplete, inwardly incomplete, and our possibility is to become complete through an interior struggle. Hidden in the passion of great love there is a "secret" about why we are on earth at all. This secret can and must unfold in the life we seek to share.

We are born to overcome ourselves, and through that overcoming to find an inner condition of great harmony and being. We are searchers, and in love we have the possibility and the need to help each other search. This is the hidden meaning of the blaze of love, it's echo, its teaching.

and that other half of love, Jokerman lacks too, and he's just as miserable as all of us.

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Here I am, paradox personified.

love is nothing more than a 4 letter word

Thanks Jokerman, although i didnt understand what you said.

Nah, just kidding, i understand what you said....maybe...

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"I'm just a normal man with common thoughts. No one built a memorial in remembrance of me and my name will soon be forgotten, yet did i love someone, with all my heart and soul, and that has always been enough for me..."

I wanted to do that!!!

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my growing passion for the South Seas of the great Pacific has convinced me that I will, someday, live on a deserted island - fully independent and self sufficient

love is a noun

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Pride is an abomination. One must forego the self to obtain total spiritual creaminess, and avoid the chewy chunks of degradation.