Sex, to me, is merely an act, with a finite beginning and an end, and some chaos in-between, good or bad, depending on the participants. Love, on the other hand, is a state of mind, a clarity of vision that centers on all that is good and beautiful in the subject, warts and all. In Love’s all-encompassing presence, the sexual experience is much like that of an ancient space rock that bursts into brief meteoric glory, when reflecting the Sun’s nearness. So as we approach that over-hyped celebration we call Valentine’s Day, it makes sense to pause and wonder if we love enough in our lives.
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