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everyone is always talking about love; i think that this is mostly because people need something to talk about in order to keep their minds off their pascalian wretchedness. also, people love to experience powerful things and believe that those things are under their control. love is popular, love sells, love is in the public eye.
but nobody i've ever met has ever known what it means. i ask them, and they can't tell me. this leads me to believe that love is just a front, a sham, something to sell product in large volumes.
in a moment, long ago, i experienced what i now know love to be. that moment left me, but i know that it was the maimonidean lighting-strike; that neither i nor anyone else ever has or ever will experience the eternity of the truth of love outside of that moment.
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