Again, love’s great asymmetry:
The surplus seeks the lack —
We find that we love someone who
Just will not love us back.
Again, love’s great, great puzzlement:
You find, as people fall
They often love a person who
They do not know at all.
In fact, it seems that many can’t
Love anyone they know;
It’s images they love, not people
As they are. And so
We battle our insanity,
And chalk it up to love;
Reality’s a better friend,
We know what that’s
Made of
Oh, my word.
Yes.
My last month or so has been spent–in large part–reflecting on the search for perfection in the actual around us, and the beating-down of that actual for being less ideal than the daydream.
(No, thank you.)