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Yeah. I'm pretty old fashioned. When it comes to love I think of it as this great transcendence.
When your emotions finally overtake, while incorporating, your nature.
The beauty in monogamy.
That's the beauty I find in some traditional ideas. ideas of loyalty, friendship, respect, love, perseverance. We don't need to change everything. Merely collect what's good and change what isn't.
There are finer points in life, when the sounds of self are relinquished with a deep gutted desire for something stronger. For a principle. For a belief. When they unfold, and you truly are enveloped in the waves of such an ocean, when you feel the cool liquid...when it surrounds and presses slightly into you, you can never turn away again. all the dryness in the world...every dried dead dirt path dusted into your mouth, could never remove the ocean. and what it felt like to float, just once. stealing the sight, the touch, time's erosion couldn't take it from you. it would only well into pain and desire. making the ocean more powerful than the dust dead dirt that became something of an everyday sting. it only serves to remind you that, somewhere, life doesn't hurt so badly.