I tell myself there is love. It hurts, but I still tell myself there is love. I don’t exactly know what love is. I have seen it flash before my eyes. But they have only been glimpses. I have heard it said that love is an action. I have also heard it said that love is a desire. Still others say it is an act of the will which seeks the spiritual maturity of the self or the other. These are helpful in understanding the nature of love. And yet they are all incomplete. But then what is the complete definition of love? Is there anything complete in this life? If yes, then there is some ellusive definition which we as humans are in need of discovering. If no, then what can one do but accept the incompleteness? The former is a dream I have dreamt of for many years. But the later is what I have found to be the truth. Dreams are real in the sense that they tell us what we desire. But truth is uncomprimisingly real while we live in this world. As much as it pains me to say this, to live a dream is to fail ourself. There is a reality present and, as much as dreams are valuable, understanding reality is more precious then any dream of man. And yet it is the dream of love which gives my life meaning. And I believe some dreams to be true. And if any dream can be worthy of being true it is the dream of love. Maybe that is the reality this world is pointing to? Love is a dream too real for us to fully understand.
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Well I just posted a paper that I wrote about Skepticism and I would appreciate anybodies input about the paper. It’s a subject that I have a little experience with and I think most people have. So I hope who ever visits this blog will click on the Skepticism page and read my paper. You don’t have to comment (although that would be great), just reading it and thinking about it would make me happy.