I think that love is but a concept. Dreamt up by man's vast mysterious imagination. Like a twin vessel carrying together a piece of one another vital in their journeys and survival. Love is but an insane man seeing the true nature and a sane man forever lost within himself. You cannot tell which from which. It is like a beckoning pleasure and a repulsive disgust both swirved together to light the blazing fires of the heart.


That and a couple orgies now and then.