Love is profligate, they say. Limit it and it won’t
cry but you will. If not now, then when illusions
of its lack again come back to fill you up.
But what do people know? We know a lot.
If you think you love a thing, you do. Still not sure?
Ask yourself why not. Eventually, though it take
the whole length of what breathing life you’ve got,
you’ll learn love is no Gordian knot. You’ll learn
you’re always sure because you’re made
of certainty. Indistinguishable from each other,
love, existence and experience – which constitute
the whole of everything including you – are always
sure. They know no other way to be. It’s not just
that you love the things you think you love.
There’s nothing that you do not love. You’ll see.