I think I kinda see it like most of you heathens see "God".
Do you believe in it? Can you prove it? Is it rational?
and I ain't talking about the "I love Doritos" kinda love, smartasses.
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Belkira wrote:
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Jophiel wrote:
Yes. No. Sometimes.
You feel it, you proved it. Much like faith.
The Glorious GitSlayer wrote:
Jophiel wrote:
Yes. No. Sometimes.
You feel it, you proved it. Much like faith.
I'm about to start trying to debate about ONE TRUE LOVE as opposed to many loves.....
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What is Love?
Love is...
...two naked 8-year-olds that are married.
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
The Glorious GitSlayer wrote:
Jophiel wrote:
Yes. No. Sometimes.
You feel it, you proved it. Much like faith.
I'm about to start trying to debate about ONE TRUE LOVE as opposed to many loves.....
Define one true love. I thought I had my one true love and she betrayed me. Sometimes I believe I found my real one true love to late. She's married. I hope to find my definitive one true love one day but my faith in the, in my mind, required connectiveness, is fading.
Love is a struggle. It is a struggle between two people, and it is a struggle within oneself. It is a struggle until one stops struggling and opens themselves to it and embraces it’s great power, letting go of their immature, preconceived, and frivolous judgments, concerns, and ideas about love and letting the great whirlwind take them where it wills. One cannot control love, it is a privilege to be controlled by love.
Love is eluding. One may think that it is there only to find out that it is not, as one may think that it is not there, only to find out that it is. Love can flicker like a flame on a candle, sputtering around until you think it is gone, only to return a bright, burning fire that is stronger than before. It can be there one moment, and be gone the next. Love can be lived, studied, philosophized, and talked about, but it will never be fully understood.
Love is contagious. When one experiences love, they will be compelled to spread it around like the last morsel of food in a starving community. When one sees another in love, they will feel envy at the love the other person is experiencing, and wish to obtain some of it with which to content themselves. When one experiences love, it spreads out and transverses through all people that they are in love with, building upon itself, until we get scared that we can no longer handle the amount of love we experience, as we are afraid that we couldn’t survive the fall were a tragedy to strike us down from so high a place.
Love is diverse. One may experience many different kinds of love, as one may experience varying degrees of that love. They may be totally encaptured by love, it controlling their every movement and thought, or it may be in the back of their mind, not thinking about it until a word or thought triggers that memory. Love is experienced both physically and mentally. It can be shown through passionate kissing, sex, a twinkle in the eye, or perhaps a smile. Love can be demonstrated through thoughts, poems, letters, and emotions. When one feels love, they feel it in their stomach, their knees, their chest, and their mind. Love is everywhere, the same as it is anywhere.
Love is real. Although it may be broken, abused, and misguided, it will always, in the end, conquer. Love is the greatest gift in life. It is the greatest state that we, mere humans, may achieve. Love is the creation of life.
Love is eluding. One may think that it is there only to find out that it is not, as one may think that it is not there, only to find out that it is. Love can flicker like a flame on a candle, sputtering around until you think it is gone, only to return a bright, burning fire that is stronger than before. It can be there one moment, and be gone the next. Love can be lived, studied, philosophized, and talked about, but it will never be fully understood.
Love is contagious. When one experiences love, they will be compelled to spread it around like the last morsel of food in a starving community. When one sees another in love, they will feel envy at the love the other person is experiencing, and wish to obtain some of it with which to content themselves. When one experiences love, it spreads out and transverses through all people that they are in love with, building upon itself, until we get scared that we can no longer handle the amount of love we experience, as we are afraid that we couldn’t survive the fall were a tragedy to strike us down from so high a place.
Love is diverse. One may experience many different kinds of love, as one may experience varying degrees of that love. They may be totally encaptured by love, it controlling their every movement and thought, or it may be in the back of their mind, not thinking about it until a word or thought triggers that memory. Love is experienced both physically and mentally. It can be shown through passionate kissing, sex, a twinkle in the eye, or perhaps a smile. Love can be demonstrated through thoughts, poems, letters, and emotions. When one feels love, they feel it in their stomach, their knees, their chest, and their mind. Love is everywhere, the same as it is anywhere.
Love is real. Although it may be broken, abused, and misguided, it will always, in the end, conquer. Love is the greatest gift in life. It is the greatest state that we, mere humans, may achieve. Love is the creation of life.
soulshaver wrote:
Love is a struggle. It is a struggle between two people, and it is a struggle within oneself. It is a struggle until one stops struggling and opens themselves to it and embraces it’s great power, letting go of their immature, preconceived, and frivolous judgments, concerns, and ideas about love and letting the great whirlwind take them where it wills. One cannot control love, it is a privilege to be controlled by love.
Love is eluding. One may think that it is there only to find out that it is not, as one may think that it is not there, only to find out that it is. Love can flicker like a flame on a candle, sputtering around until you think it is gone, only to return a bright, burning fire that is stronger than before. It can be there one moment, and be gone the next. Love can be lived, studied, philosophized, and talked about, but it will never be fully understood.
Love is contagious. When one experiences love, they will be compelled to spread it around like the last morsel of food in a starving community. When one sees another in love, they will feel envy at the love the other person is experiencing, and wish to obtain some of it with which to content themselves. When one experiences love, it spreads out and transverses through all people that they are in love with, building upon itself, until we get scared that we can no longer handle the amount of love we experience, as we are afraid that we couldn’t survive the fall were a tragedy to strike us down from so high a place.
Love is diverse. One may experience many different kinds of love, as one may experience varying degrees of that love. They may be totally encaptured by love, it controlling their every movement and thought, or it may be in the back of their mind, not thinking about it until a word or thought triggers that memory. Love is experienced both physically and mentally. It can be shown through passionate kissing, sex, a twinkle in the eye, or perhaps a smile. Love can be demonstrated through thoughts, poems, letters, and emotions. When one feels love, they feel it in their stomach, their knees, their chest, and their mind. Love is everywhere, the same as it is anywhere.
Love is real. Although it may be broken, abused, and misguided, it will always, in the end, conquer. Love is the greatest gift in life. It is the greatest state that we, mere humans, may achieve. Love is the creation of life.
Love is eluding. One may think that it is there only to find out that it is not, as one may think that it is not there, only to find out that it is. Love can flicker like a flame on a candle, sputtering around until you think it is gone, only to return a bright, burning fire that is stronger than before. It can be there one moment, and be gone the next. Love can be lived, studied, philosophized, and talked about, but it will never be fully understood.
Love is contagious. When one experiences love, they will be compelled to spread it around like the last morsel of food in a starving community. When one sees another in love, they will feel envy at the love the other person is experiencing, and wish to obtain some of it with which to content themselves. When one experiences love, it spreads out and transverses through all people that they are in love with, building upon itself, until we get scared that we can no longer handle the amount of love we experience, as we are afraid that we couldn’t survive the fall were a tragedy to strike us down from so high a place.
Love is diverse. One may experience many different kinds of love, as one may experience varying degrees of that love. They may be totally encaptured by love, it controlling their every movement and thought, or it may be in the back of their mind, not thinking about it until a word or thought triggers that memory. Love is experienced both physically and mentally. It can be shown through passionate kissing, sex, a twinkle in the eye, or perhaps a smile. Love can be demonstrated through thoughts, poems, letters, and emotions. When one feels love, they feel it in their stomach, their knees, their chest, and their mind. Love is everywhere, the same as it is anywhere.
Love is real. Although it may be broken, abused, and misguided, it will always, in the end, conquer. Love is the greatest gift in life. It is the greatest state that we, mere humans, may achieve. Love is the creation of life.
What are you, 16?
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Yes. No. Sometimes.
Surely, you are biased. You are still in a fresh relationship. You must have said the same before.
Do you acknowledge that you are "In Love"?
I have been "In Love" many times... and that Love was returned..... but everntually it wasn't the same. Then you get down to the common love.. "hallway love" I guess...
Then people start telling you that you have to work to make the Love work.... I still can't get with that.
Then I think about people that actually DO grow old together and aren't miserable with each other most of the time.. (If they DO exist) and I wonder if they ARE in fact "In Love" or if they had equally compromised that Love is a bunch of ******** and they are just happy together because they are tired of worrying about growing old alone.... but even THAT isn't love is it? It's codependence.
I won't believe that True Love can only be in hindsight... That you would look back and say WOW this was true love because we actually made it.
True love... yes how i have felt it... when every atom in your body are drawn to a person... when every song you hear is about that person... when you would think nothing of going at any length to please that person...
A person whom were you with... even DEATH would be ok, so as long as you could die with that person..
Chocolate? Obession? Same thing? Chemicals? Addiction?
So then still... Love is no more tangible than God.
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What are you, 16?
24, but when I wrote that I was 19...I figure I was much closer to love then when I had a less jaded view on life.
Love is that morning coffee smell.
M I INSIGHTFUL YET?
M I INSIGHTFUL YET?
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Do you believe in it? Can you prove it? Is it rational?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
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Love is a struggle. It is a struggle between two people, and it is a struggle within oneself. It is a struggle until one stops struggling and opens themselves to it and embraces it’s great power, letting go of their immature, preconceived, and frivolous judgments, concerns, and ideas about love and letting the great whirlwind take them where it wills. One cannot control love, it is a privilege to be controlled by love.
Yeah, for the first few months... maybe year.. tops. Then what?
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Love is eluding. One may think that it is there only to find out that it is not, as one may think that it is not there, only to find out that it is. Love can flicker like a flame on a candle, sputtering around until you think it is gone, only to return a bright, burning fire that is stronger than before. It can be there one moment, and be gone the next. Love can be lived, studied, philosophized, and talked about, but it will never be fully understood.
How do you know you're not fooling yourself(ves)? Unless you have grown old in a miraculous relationship... you cannot profess to truly know these things that you are saying.
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Love is contagious. When one experiences love, they will be compelled to spread it around like the last morsel of food in a starving community. When one sees another in love, they will feel envy at the love the other person is experiencing, and wish to obtain some of it with which to content themselves. When one experiences love, it spreads out and transverses through all people that they are in love with, building upon itself, until we get scared that we can no longer handle the amount of love we experience, as we are afraid that we couldn’t survive the fall were a tragedy to strike us down from so high a place.
More like flaunting... thus causing greed.... then envy.. then horrible things like murder and stalking and rape and kidnapping.....
No, I don't think it's a matter of wanting to spread Love. I'm not talking about Sally Struthers here. I'm talking about the whole "True Love" thing... It seems more as a temporary insanity in which we will do things that we nornaly would not do.... all in the name of the feeling that our hormones are telling us to feel..... it's the usual euphoria experienced with any other releasing of endorphins and dopamines and all that jazz....
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Love is diverse. One may experience many different kinds of love, as one may experience varying degrees of that love. They may be totally encaptured by love, it controlling their every movement and thought, or it may be in the back of their mind, not thinking about it until a word or thought triggers that memory. Love is experienced both physically and mentally. It can be shown through passionate kissing, sex, a twinkle in the eye, or perhaps a smile. Love can be demonstrated through thoughts, poems, letters, and emotions. When one feels love, they feel it in their stomach, their knees, their chest, and their mind. Love is everywhere, the same as it is anywhere.
So I take it you are "in Love"
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Love is real. Although it may be broken, abused, and misguided, it will always, in the end, conquer. Love is the greatest gift in life. It is the greatest state that we, mere humans, may achieve. Love is the creation of life.
So poetic jargon aside... Love is fine and dandy.. but there is really no "True Love" is there? Sure, if you think that you are in love... act like you are in love and SMELL like you are in Love.... then Sure , you're in Love.
But all of that goes away doesn't it? So then what is it? An illusion.
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24, but when I wrote that I was 19...I figure I was much closer to love then when I had a less jaded view on life.
Oh. Well god dammit. stop trying to make me sick
Edited, Feb 15th 2007 11:45pm by Kelvyquayo
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Oh. Well god dammit. stop trying to make me sick
lmao,
Love is something that makes us "feel" good but at the same time we totally believe in and we can give our mind to.
So yes, chocolate, etc...
Also, what about self love. Don't you see people that are so enamored with themselves that they are in love?
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Also, what about self love. Don't you see people that are so enamored with themselves that they are in love?
Even that is fleeting. See how well they love the mirror wehn they are toothless and wrinkled.
soulshaver wrote:
Also, what about self love. Don't you see people that are so enamored with themselves that they are in love?
****, you can't shake a stick without hitting someone like that here.
Geesh I tried to respond to this post like four times and my replies all just sounded like 'sap'. This is sappy.
You've heard it Kelvy. Lust is what attracts us to the opposite sex. It's not enough to sustain a relationship. Love, or growing to care deeply about someone else does.
So, the way I see it is love is just a degree of how much you care about another person's, or even a pet's, feelings and well being. It's a feeling. Are feelings tangible things? You can't love inanimate objects because you can't care about 'how they are' - they don't feel so we can't feel for them eh. There's only one kind of love as far as I'm concerned, but certainly different degrees. One Love.
I'm more 'in love' now after 22 years of marriage than I was on the day I said 'I do'. I didn't always feel that way over the last two decades. It's a long road to haul once you've committed yourself to a life together. You can stay in-love though, truly in love if you both choose to do so.
..bleh..
Edited, Feb 16th 2007 6:38am by Elinda
You've heard it Kelvy. Lust is what attracts us to the opposite sex. It's not enough to sustain a relationship. Love, or growing to care deeply about someone else does.
So, the way I see it is love is just a degree of how much you care about another person's, or even a pet's, feelings and well being. It's a feeling. Are feelings tangible things? You can't love inanimate objects because you can't care about 'how they are' - they don't feel so we can't feel for them eh. There's only one kind of love as far as I'm concerned, but certainly different degrees. One Love.
I'm more 'in love' now after 22 years of marriage than I was on the day I said 'I do'. I didn't always feel that way over the last two decades. It's a long road to haul once you've committed yourself to a life together. You can stay in-love though, truly in love if you both choose to do so.
..bleh..
Edited, Feb 16th 2007 6:38am by Elinda
Alma wrote:
I lost my post
Love is a woman that can give me head, hum on my balls, and tounge my asShole all at the same time.
Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
Love is God,
Because God is One,
And Love is All.
Everybody's got to live together!
All the people got to understand!
So, love your neighbour
Like you love your brother
Come on and join the band!!
Well, all you need is love and understanding
Ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebratin'
Come on and let your feelings show
Love is all, well love is all,
Love is all, can't you hear the call
Oh, love is all you need
Love is all you need at the Butterfly Ball
Ain't you happy that we're all together
At the ball in nature's countryside
And although we're wearing different faces
Nobody wants to hide
Love is all and all is love and
It's easy, yes it's so easy
At the Butterfly Ball where love is all
And it's so easy
All you need is love and understanding
Hey, ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebratin'
Let your feelings show
Love is all, yes love is all at the Butterfly Ball
Love is big, love is small
Love is free, love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
When you back's to the wall
When you're starting to fall
You got something to lean on
Love is everything
It can make you sing at the Butterfly Ball
Love is all, I say love is all, yes love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
Edited, Feb 16th 2007 10:16am by RedPhoenixxx
Because God is One,
And Love is All.
Everybody's got to live together!
All the people got to understand!
So, love your neighbour
Like you love your brother
Come on and join the band!!
Well, all you need is love and understanding
Ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebratin'
Come on and let your feelings show
Love is all, well love is all,
Love is all, can't you hear the call
Oh, love is all you need
Love is all you need at the Butterfly Ball
Ain't you happy that we're all together
At the ball in nature's countryside
And although we're wearing different faces
Nobody wants to hide
Love is all and all is love and
It's easy, yes it's so easy
At the Butterfly Ball where love is all
And it's so easy
All you need is love and understanding
Hey, ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebratin'
Let your feelings show
Love is all, yes love is all at the Butterfly Ball
Love is big, love is small
Love is free, love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
When you back's to the wall
When you're starting to fall
You got something to lean on
Love is everything
It can make you sing at the Butterfly Ball
Love is all, I say love is all, yes love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
Edited, Feb 16th 2007 10:16am by RedPhoenixxx
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
I think I kinda see it like most of you heathens see "God".
1. Do you believe in it?
2. Can you prove it?
3. Is it rational?
1. Do you believe in it?
2. Can you prove it?
3. Is it rational?
1. Yes.
2. Can I prove that I believe in it or that love it real? Probably no in either case but it depends on your definition.
3. Hmm, that's a difficult question. Love is chemical and biological and therefore rational in that it fulfills a need human beings often cite in order to be "happy". It is a drive that keeps us moving when we often would not and so productivity is affected. However, if you mean rational as far as behavior resulting from love...well what fun would that be?
Whatever it is, it's nothing but trouble. Also, generally expensive.
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Nexa wrote:
Whatever it is, it's nothing but trouble.
Yeah, but that's what makes it so special.
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Then people start telling you that you have to work to make the Love work.... I still can't get with that.
It's not love you have to work at, it's the relationship itself. 2 people can be madly in love with each other, but they are still individuals with needs and wants that may not always correlate to the other all the time. This is where the work comes in, making sure that you try to keep the lines of communication open at all times, sometimes comprimising when you dont want to in order to keep the one you love happy and vice versa.
Love is not always rational. We see many people out there who fall in love with others who may not reciprocate it back. But even when it is, love does not always garuntee that things work out unless both parties are willing to work with each other in the relationship they create through love.
DSD wrote:
This is where the work comes in, making sure that you try to keep the lines of communication open at all times
QABFT
This means not lying to your s/o by saying things are alright when they're not.
/emo
The Elinda of Doom wrote:
I'm more 'in love' now after 22 years of marriage than I was on the day I said 'I do'.
QFT (though me and Mr. Ambrya have only been together for 11 years--still, the principle is the same.)
Allow me to join you on the sap train, Elinda...
The more Mr. Ambrya and I settle into "old married couple" status, the more I realize just what love really is. Especially now that we have a baby on the way, and suddenly the big, flamboyant romantic gestures just seem like so much showing off.
I wrote earlier this week about the construction-paper Valentine's card he made for me, and how it made me cry because I was so touched. Never in our previous 11 years together has a gift or card he's given me moved me to tears.
Love is not leaving the room when your wife is heaving her guts up, but instead getting her a cold rag for her neck and mouthwash afterward.
Love is going out and buying a bunch of plastic hospital basins and stocking them up with crackers, bottled water, and paper towels, then placing these "kits" strategically around the house and in the cars so that one's never too far away should morning sickness strike.
Love is trying to ease your wife's self-consciousness when her once-decorous body suddenly becomes a source of never-ending leaks, noises, and noxious emissions.
Love is being stressed out about the bills, but not depositing the gift check from the in-laws to make it easier to pay them all, because your hysterical wife insists it needs to go toward baby stuff instead.
Love is being stressed out about the bills, but telling your wife not to cancel her gaming subscriptions when she offers to do so (in order to ease the financial situation) because you think she'll need the games for stress relief in the months to come.
Love is not taking it personally when your wife is a lot more irritable over the little things than she used to be.
Love is spending hours anxious and fretting when your husband goes in to work the day after a major unexpected snowstorm (in a city with very few snowplows), because the idea of something happening to him is now more unthinkable and unbearable than it's ever been before.
Love is understanding when sex is too uncomfortable for your wife to continue, and continuing to understand when her gag reflex is too sensitive for her to offer alternative means of satisfaction, and when she refuses to let you touch her breasts (and gets quite hostile when you try) because her nipples are so sensitive that the slightest touch feels like an electric shock.
Love is snuggling in at night and then placing kisses on your wife's belly before you go to sleep, after duly admiring the lump developing there, or snuggling in together in the morning and feeling the baby move.
I could go on, but I think I've already ruminated enough to get my oxytocin high on, but I think the lesson I've been learning lately is that making a life together may not be romantic, but that love really is only about 5% romance, and 95% ookie stuff that you don't discuss in polite company.
Edited, Feb 16th 2007 7:08am by Ambrya
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
Surely, you are biased. You are still in a fresh relationship. You must have said the same before.
Belkira wrote:
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