they call it the universal question but i think it is really the universal puzzle. it is not beautiful because it is known,it is beautiful because it is elusive,always somewhat in the realm of the unknown. it is that river that we see in dreams, in visions,in childhood remembrances. it is that piece of the sun that must only fall once for it to alter the internal structure of any live forever.
and so we long and we long through movies and music and musing and mishaps. we may console ourselves and fall back to first principles but we have all been burned by the fire of love. we love to long because the only thing better than having is being able to brood about the emptiness of not having.
but one fine day. maybe. we will see the warm arms of true love.
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