Love, at it's best, is an eraser. Your identity as an individual ceases to matter, you as a singular entity are erased, removed from the stream of collective consciousness like a fish from water. The elements that make up your "self", your idea of identity are absorbed into something greater. Two people look at one mirror from opposite sides and see a being that is neither here nor there, me nor you, his nor hers. It is an amalgamation of two personae, upsetting at first glance not because this new visage is hideous but rather because it is so utterly unlike anything else and eventually realized to be of such unutterable beauty that to even describe outside of the moment, outside of the actual experience of it's being is to do an injustice to a disarmingly graceful creature.
That is love, yes, but there is something even greater and even more dangerous - unconditional love. If love brings two together as one strangely beautiful genetic mishap, unconditional love completes the transformation into a complete spirit-thing. There are no more unsightly malformations left over from the joining, no odd toes or extra limbs, just porcelain-like continuity.
-The danger is in the follow through. Unless both people see this joining through to the end, one will be left with half a mind, half a body. The process unto completion is one of careful interplay, a scared recitation of a holy dialogue, a reading from a play that God wrote. The process aborted is a rending of the flesh and the soul that is unlike any other.
But, despite this danger, it is still something to be glorified, something to be championed and cherished. I'll always prefer the slow dance and the quiet bed. Here are some songs to help me explain why;
Paleo - Forever in Dog Years.mp3
Paleo - The Rabbitfoot Tree.mp3
The Low Lows - Disappearer.mp3
The Low Lows - Raining in Eva.mp3
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