Love…it’s not long for this world. A doomed word, one destined to fade away like the scent of flowers on a summer breeze. An endangered word.
Not because people are any colder than they’ve been. The indiscriminate slaughter of a thousand generations gives the lie to that idea.
Not because people are have any less capacity to love themselves or others. There are too many marriage certificates, too many babies, for that to be true.
No, people are more disconnected from one another than ever before, and that makes love at best a distant abstraction. Not disconnected in the sense of remoteness, in the sense that it’s hard to love someone 3,000 miles away, but disconnected in that many people don’t know their next-door neighbors. Disconnected in that without the mediation of a pad or screen no one really communicates anymore.
To love, you must know. And we seem to be forgetting.
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