There is one word that is written, and surely interpreted, in as many ways as there are hearts. But, what is “Love”? Affection, attachment, passion, desire…it is what poets grasp at and lovers trample upon.
It has been said that “Will is the Way.” But, the nature of Will is Love. Love is a byproduct of Will — it does not contradict or supersede one’s will — but is a complement. And, if in crises an apparent contradiction should arise, it is Will that guides one back aright.
While Love is the law that smooths one along the Way, there is no thought of sentimentality. Hate itself is almost the same as Love. Fighting most certainly is a form of Love! “As brothers fight ye!” Any true warrior understands this.
True Love is always bold, virile, even orgasmic in itself. It is delicate, but it is the delicacy of divine strength. Mighty and terrible and glorious as it is; it is the inscription upon the sacred lance of Will.
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