YES! It exists! … we just stop believing ..!
cease believing in the existence of something does never obliterate and abolish it from existence … Say I am not ready for love when you know that you are not, but do not tell me it is not there, because it is there .. waiting for you with an embrace, to be ready to accept and unite.
Allow me to be an extremist when it comes to this sacred holly word… Love!
there’s no such thing as true or false love, it’s whether love or no love. If it’s not love then it’s something else, try to find the right definition and be true to yourself. Please, never degrade such sacrosanct serenely beautiful human passion by feeling it towards the wrong person placing it the wrong place. Victimizing, persecuting your own self , turning your chosen hurt into the best defence; declaring against the truth in denial and disbelief, vanity, arrogance and appalling bitterness: “love does not exist!”. Love is the only word that never yielded to the bounds of time and space and all sorts of dimensions that limit this mortal world. Love never yielded to the shrilling sounds of pens and all pessimistic critics, writers and philosophers and never will. Never yielded to your own miseries, hurtful sighs and objections. Your plea convinced you enough to create a lovelorn God out of your self to worship steadily sending the light beneath! But darkness never opposed the light nor understood the powerful potent combat of one small candle!
You .. Me .. make the I .. we are same fabric and cloth that warmth our shivering souls .. we flow together like water; demolishing the world’s hunger and thirst, i can not tell the you from the me … one we are .. we did not become .. we exist. In the beginning it was the I, the I is the he & the she, the us & them. All come from the I. The I is what make us all see, what’s less than the I are fragments of deception. You must believe … you must believe the me, you know why? Because I know! DO you want to know why and how i know? Because i paid the price by sacrifice to know! Somewhere right there, between hope and fear i have learned. I am afraid no more. Now I am the hope and faith, i have defeated my fears with the light of my faith and existence. Faith of my childhood i retrieve you, for i knew then how to believe unconditionally very well. So “tell the wind and fire to stop, but don’t tell me”.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. — Aldous Huxley (1894-1963). “Please note that I have found this quotation by Aldous Huxley right after writing The Man The Woman The I!”
to the right: Sacred Love versus Profane Love by Giovanni Baglione
bottom left: Between Hope and Fear by Lawrence Alma Tadem
top left: Embrace by Gustav Klimt