Loving mortals is foolish, an invitation to pain and loss. How can we help it, though? Mortals are so adorable, with their wide, hopeful eyes and their life gathered around them, holding on tight. You'd expect mortals to be sheltered, pushing away all potential threats. So often, however, they throw open their arms and, smiling, pull you into their short, tumultuous existence. When they wrap you in their small embrace and kiss you on the lips, how can you resist? Mortals love more sincerely than any other form of life, understanding the value of what they give, what they receive. "It is better to have loved and lost," mortals say, "than never to have loved at all." I think we can learn something from them, something about life and love and the bankruptcy of pure reason and the value of hopeless dreams. "I will love you forever," they tell one another. It might sound ridiculous, but you believe it. When you hold them in your arms and you feel their life burning and they stare into your eyes and say it to you, you believe it.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
