Current mood: magnanimous
anyhow. let’s think about this love thing. let’s not. i choose everyday. i learn my strengths and my preferences. i engage in antagonism to learn my weaknesses. the other night i met a woman “in love.” i told her i’d been in love four times, so give me a break. the dialogue echoed silly in my mind later. love doesn’t surprise me. it’s a ball of cheese. it’s bubble wrap. it’s electricity. it’s a bushel of pineapples rolling down the side of a mountain. why covet my heartbreaks? why only fall in love “four times”? why not four hundred? fall “in love” with some bitch every single day and god bless America.
love must be more sophisticated if i’m gonna get anywhere worth reaching. maybe love is just a way we treat each other. maybe all that invisible magic spell stuff ain’t shit, and if you don’t treat a person with love, there is no love.
the human phreak out is faith. the compulsion to believe in a thing that CAN’T BE PROVED before we can build a society, a religion, a relationship, a corporation, a government, a family. post enlightenment rationality killed god but couldn’t annihilate human faith. the religious impulse itself. it is manifest everywhere. in the axioms of philosophical academia, in the undefined terms of geometry, in the power of money, in love. it’s all faith. the seed crystal.
Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower, Book 6)
By Stephen King
Release date: 05 April, 2005