Click images for desktop size: "Obsession" by LawnElfFell asleep and dreamed it was raining.
I was disappointed to find the ground had stayed dry.
I spent a half hour or so at work today staring into the sky. My puppy stared at me.
I was watching four hawks swooping and riding the air currents. It seemed odd to see four of them together. It's too late in the year for courtship and breeding.
I figured I only know west coast hawks. Who knows what these guys get up to or how.
They weren't vultures. They have vultures here but they are smaller more thuggish looking than the vultures I know. Up close these are dramatically ugly, sad and cruel looking; a doppelganger of the cartoon vultures we all know.
Looking at the hawks cavorting, being certain they weren't hunting but only playing, made me think of love.
Love is an overwhelming thing, isn't it?
There's a time in most of our lives when we judge ourselves by how much love we get. Then as we, hopefully, mature we take the lateral position of judging ourselves on how much love we give.
Finally it comes down to . . . I'm not sure what to call it . . . contentment?
It's always amazing to me what different people call love. Yet we only have the one word for it. There's only one word, a few modifiers but only that one word.
Everyone defends their brand of love with passion and fervor, as if it were the only true love and the only one that mattered.
Love is a defense against the night, and love is a defense against the day.
We expect love to carry us through wars and to quell the flames of hell.
I don't have much use for those kinds of love.
I've seen people use love to define control and to justify manipulation. I've even heard of love as a way to be cruel and hateful.
I heard of loving strawberry tarts and oyster stuffing. I've even known people who loved cruelty and hatred.
I seen people loving themselves and a few who loved mankind.
Mainly I've seen people convince themselves they were in love when there was no reason for that love to exist.
That means I've seen an awful huge amount of "unrequited love" turn to hatred.
I've seen this "unrequited love" not being recognized as mere desperation. And like the unsuspected thief it is, I've watched it destroy all that is good in someone.
Love doesn't stink. (J Geils 80's tune reference) What people lie to themselves about certainly does stink.
What people contort themselves into in the name of love (60's Supremes reference) is a stupidity we can all fall prey to.
The way this type of illogical phony named love can make us distort others is the real crime we commit against mankind.
Love.
I do love my puppy though.