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Speaking Mute - 018 - "What is love?"

  Yesterday, my friend called, and we were joking about relationships and the basic tease of dating someone. At one point, she said, "I don't know what love is, so how am I a person to comment?" This statement struck me deeply because many layers of arguments came to mind in a fraction of a second. If you've been reading "Speaking Mute," or any of my poems or stories, you'll see love as a central focus that drives everyone forward. This suggests I know a lot about love, but in reality, I myself find "love" to be something hard to truly know. This is "Speaking Mute," an oxymoronic way of expressing my thoughts. “Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams.” ―  Fyodor Dostoevsky,  The Brothers Karamazov As humans, throughout evolution, we've had this build-up of ego from the time we started getting into our senses as babies. I feel we lost being beautiful once we began to fully engage our senses, and the ...

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