love is love. it submits to no doctrine, yet survives them all.
it persists for us largely in dichotomy, wavering between want and need, give and receive.
because of our culturalization, and ignorance, and perhaps arrogance, we tend to misuse, misdirect, misinterpret and just miss out on the simplicity of its noncompromise.
desperately, we wish we could package it; control it, in words, in information, in sentiment and in obligation. we try to shape it to tradition and paradigm, a strong hand, or a gentle guide.
it is, and has been, all of these things, surely. and it is none. love is transcendant and liberal, open and ready for any and all perspectives, thus bows and bends to none; ego and power and force and doing harm are human constructs.
love is the universal yes, and it will await our return to the dance floor, every time.