I am a hopeless romantic. I have to be. Love and I have always been strange bedfellows. It isn't that I don't know what love is, I have a pretty good grasp on the emotion... and exercise it often. I have a deep philosophy concerning it; I simply refuse to invest myself fully in it. Could this be due to painful relationships of the past? Those are very possibly the cause and, if so, I worked hard to make them that way. This bodes my favorite question, "Why?"
Deep in my heart I have always known the answer, but the significance of this answer is for another time.
My Sunday Thought, however, can be found by following this link: Time - The Transcendence of Love