Oh yes, love can be a circumstance, under which things will play out quite differently, than without love. I agree.
But my post was only a comment to the poem. "If love is within the both of them, do they have to be together night and day?". Circumstances are keeping them apart, and thus their mutual love will have to outlive the circumstances, so that, in the end, they can be together.
I for one would love to be with the love in my dreams, but distance - circumstances - are keeping us apart.
I see you subscribe to the notion of love being a seperate "thing"/circumstance. But what if love is just a brainreaction? Then you couldn't seperate love from the spatial dimension = circumstances = time. Thus, love is time. You fall in love just as well as you fall out again, in time. Love dies with circumstances.
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Could you elaborate on that? I'm (Along with many others of our avid readers) not quite sure that I follow.
I'm merely trying to argue the fact that (in the face of your "love must bow to curcumstances")love IS circumstances. Love is time.
Love is also sharing lover's spit through bad weather (read: breath)
See?
Oh yes, love can be a circumstance, under which things will play out quite differently, than without love. I agree.
But my post was only a comment to the poem. "If love is within the both of them, do they have to be together night and day?". Circumstances are keeping them apart, and thus their mutual love will have to outlive the circumstances, so that, in the end, they can be together.
I for one would love to be with the love in my dreams, but distance - circumstances - are keeping us apart.
I see you subscribe to the notion of love being a seperate "thing"/circumstance. But what if love is just a brainreaction? Then you couldn't seperate love from the spatial dimension = circumstances = time. Thus, love is time. You fall in love just as well as you fall out again, in time. Love dies with circumstances.
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