Why is love a currency, that it means more the less we say it? That we give love in exchange for love, that love corresponds with gifts and service? Why does love imply cost and value and worth? Why are the well-loved wealthy in spirit, why are those who give love away the richest of all? Why, why is love like a currency, and why do we buy and sell love every day?
There are hardly any leaves on the trees anymore, and I'm staring out the window wondering what it would matter if I could embrace the world with an exponential love . . .
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I've had this blog post up nearly all of today. . . I don't know.
I don't even understand the significance of the question, or how it wouldn't matter if we *did* know how to love.
I'm filled with this aching concern- but I'm devoid of knowledge. I'm only describing how this post made me feel. I want to talk to you about this, just I don't know what it is that I want to say.
Does it mean more the less we say it?
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