Life without love is life without life itself. It is just lived at the minimum somehow lived. In fact a drag it is boredom, meaninglessness, it is simply waiting for nothing to happen.
The man without love is born dead lives dead, dies dead it is a long process of death but love brings a transformation. Love is like a spring suddenly hidden sources start flowing for the first time one feels the thrill of existence the adventure, the immense call of the unknown and a tremendous desire to plunge into the ocean of existence that's exactly what love is...
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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