Did you say your lovers were liars? All my lovers were liars too. Did you say you were afraid of dying? I ain't lived a single day without you.

I don't believe in soul mates or love at first sight or any of that romantic bullshit. Right?
I mean, I used to. I was a romantic straight after Billy Shakes' own heart. But I don't even know if Shakespeare was really a romantic. I think he was probably a realist, or perhaps even a fatalist. He just preferred the medium of romance for the basis of a good drama or sonnet. Because it creates a beautiful fantasy world without SEEMING like a fantasy. Unless you are really attuned to how the world really works, in which case idealized romance is fantasy of the highest order. I think I need to amend my previous statement, now. I was a romantic straight out of one of Shakespeare's works, waiting to break out into the real world. Love is real and it is strong but it is so different than you read about or see in the movies or plays. It's different than the love in most books and songs. Again, like the old master, they idealize love to be this glorious beautiful romantic thing....when it is so much more, and less, than that. Love is. Ipso facto. End of story, the tale is complete.

Why?
Why have I posted this circular rant on love?
Because I'm breaking out and understanding more as I understand less.
I'm basking in the light of free choice and will while acknowledging fatalism, predestination.
I'm marveling at all that is, was, and will ever be.
I'm paying homage to existence, the universe, our life force.

I was introduced to true beauty in the form of family.
Experienced the love of God in the way a girl interacted with her cat.
Appreciated the price of atonement like never before in a smoky garage.
I Am.
Oh blasphemy,
Carry out My work. And Their work. And all Work.

The way I see it is this.
Jesus, Muhammad, Gandhi, and Rumi all met before Buddha to discuss our meeting.
The place and time; the circumstances.
They had a lengthy discussion but in the end decided on Truth, because that is really all there ever was in the first place.
And so they contrived and our paths were made to cross and that brings us to the present.
A brief history of existence up to where my mind no longer sees the outer lines.
Human, mortal, time-constrained.
But they reveal the light as we go, and I'll stay the course becoming what we are meant to be,
What we always were from the Genesis.