after an hour

i had better write this idea down before i chow down this tuna subway; i reckon that subways are the best loner lunch meals today. there's just so much in it, you have to stop and wonder.


as it is written:
i want love to be more than just a rhetoric set of words. to be more than just this expression we have found in our television screens - it has been perverted and homogenised. it has become a commodity for sale and trade at the expense of us. more than just a verb, more than a notion, it has to be a movement; a spirit embedded. it has to live and breathe. it has to be fluid and organic. it cannot be structured and contained.

by this, i want love to also exist in silence. i want it to prevail beyond all conscious though, because our consciousness is constructed by experiences outside of us. there is nothing new, nothing fresh within our souls anymore - everything is constructed outside of us; for consumption and we become mere reflections of that; even in the idea of love.

love doesn't need to be properly thought of: the flowers, the gifts and material things - sometimes, even the words we speak are all material. they have their effects today, but are all soon forgotten tomorrow. we must treat love like treasures in heaven: where all is built to last.

for its nemesis, love has to rise above not only by the hateful, but even through the lukewarm. for it is the lukewarm hearts that don't feel. that there is nothing. hate is inevitable; love must conquer it. if not, the power which exists in love is merely just a word.

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i think we can classify all the things which make to what isn't love, but find it hard to see what it really is. for we all love differently. we are subjects of our own love. our own interpretation. and our own representation. there is nothing definite. nothing theoretical.


i am struggling with these thoughts.