Monday, January 24, 2005

True Love Never Did Run Smooth

"The course of true love never did run smooth"

So said author William Shakespeare, 156, of Olde England, one Midsummer Night's Dream.

Will, 259, also said:
"If music be the food of love; play on"

which is cool, because we have done. Thanks to all the people who played the Love Song Game - please scroll down and play it if you haven't - it's 5 minutes of mindblowing funky fun.

Bill, 378, also said:
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind;
and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind"

Billy can be kind of serious and weird sometimes (like a couple of my ex-girlfriends actually) and so looking for light relief I found a list of so-called "Cute Love Quotes"
(although they aren't as cute as the ones in the comments Astrid left, nor as cute as the biscuit you find when you really want a biscuit and you thought there were none left and it turns out to be your favourite biscuit as well)

Cute Love Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,
numberless times,
in life after life,
in age after age forever.

I wouldn't exactly call that quote cute, but on the internet, people are extremely arbitrary with categorisations, and clearly desperate to fill their pages with anything that vaguely fits the bill. Including Bill, who actually gave us many of the modern ideas we have about romance and the whole dirty business of love. This marvellous passage above actually refers to reincarnation. This is not just an eastern idea - western pagans believe the same thing. However in the east, reincarnation has attached to it various concepts of success and failure - how well you have behave in one life determining your place in the next life for good or bad, with the ultimate goal being NOT to return. Whereas Western pagans believe simply that reincarnation is a gift of the Gods to us mere mortals. Despite the pain and suffering and death of our loves, we have the gift of return, so that we might be with and recognise and rejoice with our loved ones again.

Is it the pain of losing love that more than anything else gives us these myths of hope, or is that as love dissolves the ego and elevates the well-being of another to be central to our existence, we are given glimpses of truth outside our normal experience? Linear time is construct, and is one of the first things to go in a crisis - a s t i m e j u s t s e e m s t o s l o w t o a c r a w l . . . .

The onset of love sees barriers and boundaries destroyed, and we are left to make sense of the inner rubble as best we can, lost in the confusion of not knowing where you end and your lover begins. In this heightened state of awareness, the temporary glory of insanity, we are perhaps more able to discern certain esoteric matters, not less. Or is the high-flown philosophising another part of nature's trick to occupy the mind while the bodies get on with procreation?

Fucked if I know.

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