meaningless, meaningless
Love is the only good thing in the world. Humble, self-sacrificing love. It is the only good purpose. The only thing to strive for.
So why do I recoil from it? Why do I sometimes loathe to give it, and resent receiving it?
posted by Spawn of Elvis @ 9/09/2008 12:03:00 PM
2 Comments:
Deep wisdom there friend. Especially the receiving it part.
- Peace
because it's just such an abnormality that it's natural to distrust it?
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