Monday, October 22, 2012

As "Beauty Is a Destroyer"

Love is not a comfort.  Love is a killer and tormentor.  Love murders (albeit in most cases, swiftly.)  It is heedless of justice or many accepted moralities.  Love may join hearts, but it is just as capable of sundering them.  Still, this is not a complaint; merely an observation.  Love -- its messes, obligations, weight -- is a gift.  Its pain is to be treasured and exploited.