How noble true love is! How invincible! How pure!
How innocent! Love simply comes, often undetected even by the
one overtaken by its mysterious powers. True love. The lonely covet its reality.
The arrogant flaunt its presence. The ignorant snub its wonder.
It is as illogical as anything can be. It is hopeless to
describe it and folly to shun it. The greatest philosophers have sought to define it.
Religion has tried to buy it. Many have tried to elude it.
Love is as hopeless to understand as it is impossible to deny.
Yet reason and logic are helpless against love, for it is a most formidable foe
of the mundane and the average. True love, you see, dares to go places
where reason cannot tread. Love sees realities about which philosophy can
only hope to dimly speculate. True love knows what tradition can only distantly
remember. True love draws the least lovable. It can make anyone
a hero. True love is the sustaining power of the universe
itself, yet is so lovely that it abides fully in the hearts of
those foolish enough to respond to its rapturous invitation
to come.
