Love can consign us to hell or to paradise. It always takes us somewhere.
Love keeps me afloat in this world. I believe it is what keeps us all afloat in this world. I know I have ranted about love. I have lamented its topsy-turvy dance on my life. I have even questioned its very existence, relegating it to the world of biochemical reactions. But there is nothing I believe in more than love. Perhaps that is why I have held such strong and opposing views of it.
I do not propose to understand love. I have been held in its embrace and bitch-slapped by its mighty hand. I have been torn up by love and mended once more. I have been shaken to my knees by its turbulent waves and lifted to new heights by its supportive wings. It never ceases to amaze me how powerful love is. It is the creative force of the Universe. It is the Great Mystery of Life. And I shall worship at its feet all of my days.