July 26, 2013
I am wondering if, by nature, somehow, I am an eternal romantic. Is it desperation for love, or a draw toward the understanding of universal acceptance? Are we cognizant that we are ”all one” at the most primal level? When you see a picture taken from a man-made satellite from past the rings of Saturn, looking back with a wide angle lens, do we not see the infinitesimally small importance of ourselves?
What else makes more sense than love? Do we really exist in a glass, half full, or half empty? Is there a yin and yang that must both be fulfilled? Nay, I, the optimist, am totally swayed in the direction that there is a victor in the endo/exothermic, order vs disorder conundrum. The first of all is love.
If not love, then what becomes the meaning of hope?