Yesterday I was waiting for the bus and saw graffiti on the curb. It's author, perhaps in despair or in bitterness had written, "Love is not real" in twisted black letters. I began to think of the state of mind of this unpoet (by which I mean he had no poetry, he was a rejector, not a maker of beauty). I speculated on his history and his intent. Was he unlucky in love, or had he been unlucky enough to confuse desire with love? Was he rejecting Eros, playful love alone, or was he rejecting the entire moral code of society and God in one single scrawl. Pope Benedict wrote in a letter to mankind, a papal encyclical of how love can begin with the erotic love and as a couple grows more deeply into that love, raising children and becoming friends and life partners, that love can grow into a generalized love for all mankind and for God. So if Benedict is right, and I believe him to be so, then it does not matter at what point in the contin...
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