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do you believe that "love is like a butterfly, you must set it free...
if it comes back to you it is yours forever, if it doesnt it never was...
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I think that love must always be freely offered and freely accepted. To truly love a person is to wish the absolute best for them, whether or not it fits in with what we want for ourselves. If we're lucky and have found our life's partner, we will do everything we can to enrich her journey in life, and s/he will do the same for us. If a person we love doesn't feel exactly the same way about us, we will still wish them well, and move on to someone more suitable---without tormenting ourselves with what never could have been.
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"You call it madness, but I call it love." -Don Byas
Words tend to be inadequate -Jenny Holzer
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You know butterflies don't live for very long. It's a good thing I like my butterflies dead so that I can cut them up and make art out of em.
But twoblindturtles (cool name) I agree with pedraic, you can't make someone be in love with you. I do however wonder about the concept of a life partner. Unlike butteflies we live for a long time!
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Unlike butteflies we live for a long time!
It's all relative. If butterflies had memories they would probably get nostalgic about the flower they saw yesterday. We live for about a thousand full moons, but I will never see enough of them.
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bobby wrote:Unlike butteflies we live for a long time!
It's all relative. If butterflies had memories they would probably get nostalgic about the flower they saw yesterday. We live for about a thousand full moons, but I will never see enough of them.
That is beautiful Richard. I quite concur.
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Laura Kipnis says that our conception of love (at least in the modern sense, which is tied up with monogamy, marriage, and the state) is little more than a means of social control which we cannot escape. She describes the benefits of our love-based institutions for a capitalist system which places a particular value on labour, and describes the ways in which adultery could serve as a form of social protest againt this, if it weren't for that pesky bit of running from love, to love.
Yeah, I'm not sure I buy it either. Love's probably just a butterfly.
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Blake wrote:
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy.
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
Fine words. Beautiful words. But hard, very hard, in what they imply. Even feeling the truth of them I can understand how they could seem cruelly harsh to someone who has lost, or is losing, their love.
Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc
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