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Love's Weakness

Mary: We're becoming mortal. It's us, being close to each other. It never happened this fast before. You have to leave. The further you get from me, the better you're going to feel. You'll start getting your powers back — and be flying and breaking things and saving people before you know it. It's like I said. We were built in pairs, and when we get close to our opposites, we lose our power.Hancock: Why?Mary: So we can live human lives. Love. Connect. Grow old. Die.a --"Hancock" (2008)



Why is it that love finds and leaves us weak?


How does it happen that what ought to be a strong tie that binds two lovers always shall be a thin flimsy thread where they forever balance themselves? Why does it happen that what should make you complete can also break you and crush you? Why is it that that which is able to give you impossible joy is also able to punish you with a possible pain?


W…

The Dream of Someone Else

Frank: What about you, is there someone else?
Kathleen: No. No, but . . . but there's the dream of someone else.

--"You've Got Mail" (1998)



My good friend at the bar I frequent turned the "bar" on me recently when I found myself listening to her advice instead of being the one offering it. She said I had to widen my horizon, meet new people and make new friends because as it is, she continued, I only go to work, go there and go out with the same people. Of course, there was a violent reduction in what she said; but that's not the point and I appreciate someone saying these things to me. And that was what she could see, even regularly: me being alone, sometimes with family, sometimes with friends. So I see where she is coming from and I am happy because she got me thinking. It's nothing like I'd do anything she advised though; but what was really inte…

Ontological Singlehood and the Illusion of a We

Not As We
AlanisMorisette


Reborn and shivering
Settled on new terrain
Unsure, unkind, insane
It's faint and shaken


Day one, day one
Start over again
Step one, step one
I'm barely making sense
For now I'm faking it
'Til I'm pseudo-making it
From scratch, begin again
But this time I as I
And not as we


Gun-shy and shivering
Tear it without a hand
Feign brave but still intent
Little and hardly here


Day one, day one
Start over again
Step one, step one
I'm barely making sense
For now I'm faking it
'Til I'm pseudo-making it
From scratch, begin again
But this time I as I
And not as we

Eyes wet toward wide open fright,
If God is taking bias, I pray he wants to lose,


Day one, day one
Start over again
Step one, step one
I'm barely making sense
For now I'm faking it
'Til I'm pseudo-making it
From scratch, begin again
But this time I as I
And not as we


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When I woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, I found myself in bed alone. A moment later came the flood of responsibilities I…

Why a Love Story is Important

Not only because you won't have much to say when people ask how you got together or only a few pictures to show for in the audio-visual presentation during the reception on your wedding day, but lovers cannot be without having a love story.

Not having one is like a priest without a vocation story; a hero without a quest; or a saint without a sin. Not having one might also very well mean that love really not being love. But why so?

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