Post by Ken Corbett on Feb 23, 2011 22:38:19 GMT -5
Love is a dark hole inside my mind that swallows all my attempts to penetrate it with the light of reason. My questions about love spin faster and faster around the hole until they spiral into it, drawing even more futile wonderings, sucking ever more wasted brain power and time behind them.
Each time I come up with what I think is an answer, an explanation of love and why it elates and vexes me, more questions crop up, only to spin around the hole, and succumb unanswered into the impenetrable pit.
The bewilderment won't end until I come to my senses, realize I will never shine enough light on love to reveal its secrets, decide to end my quest for understanding and just go ahead and enjoy the rest of my life.
Maybe if I don't try so hard to see, the mystery of love will be revealed to me on its own terms.
Ken
Each time I come up with what I think is an answer, an explanation of love and why it elates and vexes me, more questions crop up, only to spin around the hole, and succumb unanswered into the impenetrable pit.
The bewilderment won't end until I come to my senses, realize I will never shine enough light on love to reveal its secrets, decide to end my quest for understanding and just go ahead and enjoy the rest of my life.
Maybe if I don't try so hard to see, the mystery of love will be revealed to me on its own terms.
Ken
