What we call "love" wears many masks and travels under many names. Maybe there are as many forms of it as there are humans -- and maybe each human has (potentially) a different kind of love for every human that they feel love for. The one common factor each type of love has is that it places the object of love ahead of oneself. And I think we -- the world -- need much more of that. We can worry about what to call it later on.
Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground
Dont give up
You still have us
Dont give up
We dont need much of anything
Dont give up
cause somewhere theres a place
Where we belong
Rest your head
You worry too much
Its going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Dont give up
Please dont give up
-Peter Gabriel, Don't Give Up
See the light, enter the light, become the light... and shine, Jen. And you will cast no shadows.
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