Cold Winds

Let the cold winds blow over
tearing away the dusts of our ignorance.
We see the world as it is,
not for it's coverings
the trappings that shroud our eyes.
Move forward
into this new world,
its land laid bare before our eyes
and decide where to go from there.

On Love

I am a logical person. I tend to try and find reasons, causes, find whys to what happens. I may not constantly analyze things, but it does mean that I don't take things as they are for no good reason. I understand that randomness happens, but I try to find what causes that randomness, see the rules behind it. It's why I am able to succeed where I do, I find patterns, find what causes them, and apply that to similar situations. It is because of this that love is such a mystery to me, and why it is so interesting to me. Love proves time and time again to be so very illogical, so unknowable, and yet we are drawn to it like moths to flame. It has the potential for such pain, and it ends up being a very long shot in many cases, but still we press forward to seek it out. Why? For all my thinking I don't know. Even then, if one assumes that it is a wholly good thing and should be sought out, decisions made out of love, or for love, or to attain love, they are all done with such illogic that people seem to defy their own core beliefs in an attempt to attain it. People who are normally cautious and careful may charge forward with reckless abbadon for these reasons. Through experience, people can knowingly see a logical choice for a partner in this regard, and conciously avoid it for no other reason than a lack of "love". Love can't be a physical or mental trait then, because even when they align perfectly, love may not occur. It may be a part of the equasion, but it is certainly not the whole thing. The question that arises, then, is what the missing component is. For all my and other's thinking, it seems impossible to ascertain this unknown quality, be it inborn, something grown into, or a spontaneous creation. If it were known, would we be better off for it, though? I think not. Part of the alure is that we don't know. To solve the mystery is to rob it of its magic. Even so, however, we still move forward in our search, our curiosity and need to know overwhelming the multitude of reasons not to. Never ask why someone dosen't love you. That is not what you should ask. Ask instead why you love them. What is it that makes them so very attractive. Ask yourself, if another came along just like this one, could I love them. Would you love them the same? Or would you simply be a friend, as they lack an integral, unknown spark.

-Thiyr, 11.21.08, 3:00 am