Hm, the paradox of the monkey with his hand in a jelly bean
jar, a fist clenched with so many jelly beans, but he cannot manage to get his
hand out…unless he takes just one.
It’s not the pieces with which you alone build love, but about the
wholeness of love assembled with one other. Love’s labor is art, not toil…it evolves through
action, reveals in small mysteries, some revealed, others hidden… You are not
alone in the candy store. Ideal
love for me, is that light I use to see her always in all ways, integrating over
time into understanding. No matter
how fantastic the instrument you use, if you study only a moment of a person,
they’ll never animate in real life.
Which is why I do not simply select or unselect her, but allow her to
reveal. Try your penchant
for opposites, select not one thing, and everything will reveal itself. Perfect reason, over perfect
choice. Ideals, uncompromised.
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