Reminds of the Great Truths of Love. I remember the first time my love saw me dance with someone else. Rather than accept that he got jealous and wanted to stop it...rather than understand that I did not want to be touched by another person, he squelched his emotion and tried to rise above, which was not riseing above at all. It was running away, as Zephram does here. His impluse and mine were the true ones that lined up with the natural drives of Love. Love has its own honor Its own pacing Its own drum And as Interstellar discusses... Its own dimension, which crosses all others. Dont squash Love, people. Harbor it. Protect it. Let it proceed at its own musical measure, thus it will expand, emanate and amplify... This is the definition of Joy. Immortality is meaningless without it.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 04:09:54 +0000
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