The Drama King and the Queen of Hearts

It occurs to me that I may already have a blog entry with a similar title or subject, but this won’t be boring or wind-baggy. It will be to the point.

As humans, we have the unique ability to define reality. My definition of love, true love, no matter how juvenile it may seem, is the fairy-tale take. It’s permanent and forever. That means it can never be put to rest, that it has a life of its own, once it takes hold, virus-like. And forever and never are the two defining temporal descriptions that mark the scope of love. It is God-like.

Humans are rarely God-like and so, as humans, we choose to discount our love. One may be worthy today but after a bout or five of disillusion, that love-distribution is in doubt. Therefore, that is not love, by my understanding, but is something else, something complex and grey and confined to the machinations of the human mind as shaped by both nature and nurture. It is drama.

Never is not now. Now is not forever. Forever is not tomorrow. Time continues to flow at its dependable pace. What have you done to set aside the drama surrounding the choice of who will be blessed with your God-like love? If nothing, then your love is a confection, a hobby, some expression of something else than grace. And, in the end, it is a lie.

True love forgives the lie and the fault and the failing and the sin. True love looks back but cherishes the distance unknown. It finds a way and it never, ever rests. It is forever.

Verbum Caro Factum Est