What Happens When You Make Yourself Vulnerable
Reply #88 - August 15, 2015, 10:46 PM
Whether you view it as housed in the brain, a cosmic force or dust sprinkled onto you by fairies while you sleep doesn't matter to me. The fuck does it matter? Love is real and one of, if not the, most powerful and consuming things we can ever experience. It at both the same time makes us weak in ways we never knew existed and strong in ways we could never have imagined. Love is myth and legend and real every day life. Who cares that it's something that exits in our minds? How does that make it less real? In what possible way is our experience of it any less magical?
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'