by - March 06, 2014

I wonder why love is so
often equated with joy
when it is everything else
as well. Devastation,
balm, obsession, granting
and receiving excessive
value, and losing it again.
It is recognition, often of
what you are not but
might be. It sears and 
it heals. It is beyond pity
and above law.
FLORIDA SCOOTT-MAXWELL (1883-1978)

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