Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.
Marcel Proust
I often wonder who the Sun would be if it were a person - could it be a person? Would we, could we, appreciate it, understand it? or the Moon?
Also, I wonder about people and how they love and how that is as much a mystery to me as is gravity (it's still a theory after all, and the proofs relative). Like the formula for light and he could so easily read, and for me it is another language, but I don't care because the language I want to speak is that of love (more than French or Latin). There is no thought in it [love] - it is a divine knowing, and I want to know it. I don't want to know that it is "right" for me, or if it "whole" or "pure" or whatever else the world has decided fits into a criterion of some rules... rules... and then more rules. I want to clear myself to the point of being about to see with a vision not of my own but divine (and yes, with my own eyes -- i know... it sounds like a contradiction, but its not. not really). I want to see him, and him see me and we just know that together the world will be brighter, and that together we will build a home that all are welcome into, and that together we will be better singles and that together we will be a better one...
i want to sit across for you, with you open and unveiled. i want you to be able to hear me when i say: love. only love. I want to watch you melt into the everything you are, and then become one with the sun and then moon, illuminating the world and reflecting in my eyes the truth I have always known and the mystery I can never understand: love.
only love.
Marcel Proust
I often wonder who the Sun would be if it were a person - could it be a person? Would we, could we, appreciate it, understand it? or the Moon?
Also, I wonder about people and how they love and how that is as much a mystery to me as is gravity (it's still a theory after all, and the proofs relative). Like the formula for light and he could so easily read, and for me it is another language, but I don't care because the language I want to speak is that of love (more than French or Latin). There is no thought in it [love] - it is a divine knowing, and I want to know it. I don't want to know that it is "right" for me, or if it "whole" or "pure" or whatever else the world has decided fits into a criterion of some rules... rules... and then more rules. I want to clear myself to the point of being about to see with a vision not of my own but divine (and yes, with my own eyes -- i know... it sounds like a contradiction, but its not. not really). I want to see him, and him see me and we just know that together the world will be brighter, and that together we will build a home that all are welcome into, and that together we will be better singles and that together we will be a better one...
i want to sit across for you, with you open and unveiled. i want you to be able to hear me when i say: love. only love. I want to watch you melt into the everything you are, and then become one with the sun and then moon, illuminating the world and reflecting in my eyes the truth I have always known and the mystery I can never understand: love.
only love.
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i want to sit across for you, with you open and unveiled. i want you to be able to hear me when i say: love. only love. I want to watch you melt into the everything you are, and then become one with the sun and then moon, illuminating the world and reflecting in my eyes the truth I have always known and the mystery I can never understand: love.
only love.
beatiful. this is what we all crave for, at least I do. i want this. love.
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