Love is love — bound by no doctrine, shaped by no dogma, yet it outlasts them all.
To us, it feels like a paradox, forever swaying between want and need, giving and receiving. Conditioned by culture, clouded by ignorance, and colored by arrogance, we often fail to grasp its pure and uncompromising essence. We misuse it, misinterpret it, misdirect it — and too often, we miss it altogether.
We try to contain it, to bind it with words, rituals, obligations, and traditions. We paint it with the strokes of religion and paradigm, wielding both heavy hands and delicate brushes in a futile attempt to control its form.
Yet love is none of these things, though it may touch them all. It is unyielding and unbound — a transcendent force that liberates, invites, and endures. Ego, power, and harm are not its flaws but the shadows we cast in its absence. These shadows are neither righteous nor wicked; they simply are.
Love is the universal yes, the infinite embrace. Ever patient, it waits for us to remember the rhythm and return to the dance.
Amor vincit omnia
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“See The Sun” from Runaway