Is part of the whole mentality of human love reliant upon imagination?
What, after all, is the reality we face when we're faced with someone else's reality?
We can't lose, we can't win, there's nothing to lose and nothing to win. Love is, it just is, full of questions and answers before questions and loopholes and trickery and deception of the mind. The most powerful energy that drives a life form, that all other creatures take for granted, is one we humans have managed to spin into a creative paradox of journeys and destinations that have no place in the natural world. What have we done? Why have we created such a beast of burden for us to bear?