macbeth
completely selfless love: we do not ever ask each other to love the other back. nor do we ever asked ourselves the questions that plague real couples: does he love me? does she love anybody more than me? does he love me more than I love him? perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand love from our partner instead of delivering ourselves to them demand-free and asking for nothing but their honest, real company. thats because we are females, and oh yeah...human. i need a relationship that is based on the commitment and understanding that you devote to your pet. we love our cats even if they hide under the bed, or when our dogs would rather lay on the air vent and stare into space for hours. i suddenly recalled the famous myth from plato's symposium. "people were hermaphrodites until god split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another." love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost? maybe everything i write about and read is really bullshit...maybe i should just start reading and writing about ceiling fans - something that makes more sense. around and around. some monotony can breed happiness, not boredom. right?