and the Greatest gift?
Call me an idealist. Call me plain ridiculous.
But I don't believe in physics or chemistry.
No Law of Universal Gravitation. No little deterministic probabilities going on on minor levels that make me turn my head to stare out the window, gaze at some stranger walking away, with the kind of romantic distractability that's been a part of my personality as long as I can remember.
I don't believe in philosophy. Whether they're a priori thinkers or a posteriori, they miss the point.
I don't believe in you, or me.
Or humanity, really.
I believe that water runs downhill because it likes valleys more than tops of mountains
And I believe people fall into religion because they like community more than being alone.
There is always some grain of truth below the layers, but it is the layers that we worship. Like the mummy, bound up in cloth; we no longer care about the body.
You can't tell me who I want to marry.
Maybe I want to marry someone who I'm not sexually attracted to at all, hmm? Maybe I just want to marry my best friend (maybe, even, horror of horrors, there are three! Or four! Of us). We could both date, have long-term relationships, whatever, on the side, because that's not what marriage is about. It's about being there for each other through it all, about an undying commitment to loving each other as much as we love ourselves. To remember who the other is even when they might forget, to be there to remind them, whether that means laughter or tears and a hug.
Who needs the physics or the chemistry to be right for that? The pieces of a machine age and fail; reactions inevitably end at some point. Love needs to be something that can outlast that. It shouldn't be about the kids, or about the money, or about any of the million earthen wares that it might be about.
Call me an idealist.
Call me ridiculous.
I will give you a kiss on the cheek in the morning before I have to run downstairs to catch my flight back to the Real. I would be there for you through it all, if only you weren't scared of the Dream.
Because I love you.
But I don't believe in physics or chemistry.
No Law of Universal Gravitation. No little deterministic probabilities going on on minor levels that make me turn my head to stare out the window, gaze at some stranger walking away, with the kind of romantic distractability that's been a part of my personality as long as I can remember.
I don't believe in philosophy. Whether they're a priori thinkers or a posteriori, they miss the point.
I don't believe in you, or me.
Or humanity, really.
I believe that water runs downhill because it likes valleys more than tops of mountains
And I believe people fall into religion because they like community more than being alone.
There is always some grain of truth below the layers, but it is the layers that we worship. Like the mummy, bound up in cloth; we no longer care about the body.
You can't tell me who I want to marry.
Maybe I want to marry someone who I'm not sexually attracted to at all, hmm? Maybe I just want to marry my best friend (maybe, even, horror of horrors, there are three! Or four! Of us). We could both date, have long-term relationships, whatever, on the side, because that's not what marriage is about. It's about being there for each other through it all, about an undying commitment to loving each other as much as we love ourselves. To remember who the other is even when they might forget, to be there to remind them, whether that means laughter or tears and a hug.
Who needs the physics or the chemistry to be right for that? The pieces of a machine age and fail; reactions inevitably end at some point. Love needs to be something that can outlast that. It shouldn't be about the kids, or about the money, or about any of the million earthen wares that it might be about.
Call me an idealist.
Call me ridiculous.
I will give you a kiss on the cheek in the morning before I have to run downstairs to catch my flight back to the Real. I would be there for you through it all, if only you weren't scared of the Dream.
Because I love you.