A LOVING BIT OF LOGIC

 

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Love is outbound with no expectation of return.

Although Love is circular and is always shared.

Love is the key to the Memory of All.

Love is Fulfillment.

Love is Creation.

Love is Art.

And Art is all there is.

So there you have it…

Love is knowing that there is Nothing left to Know.

 

 

 

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A MAN OF FEW WORDS

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A Man of Few Words.

He lived Love but never spoke of it. He was impossibly complex, subtle yet obvious, impossible to describe due to what (?), his peculiar sort of mediocrity (?), the aloof quality which was ever-present, whether shopping for a new automobile or when he in his most raggedy attire was on his hands and knees, all brown: I say all brown and dirty, playing marbles with his sons. But one could always depend on him to use only whatever words were necessary to say whatever it was he had to say.

Oh yes.

His name was Dixie.

He was my Father.

I called him Lovey.