Is love a living matter?
We move, we cry, we die and somewhere in between we love. So, the question posed in the book I am reading is: Is love a living matter? Yes, love expands the soul, hearts, minds, perspectives. Love does not deplete die or wither away. Love is arrogant, humble, shy, sad, happy, confident. Love is everywhere in everything never exactly going away but always transforming into something else. Love is romantic, love is platonic. Love like all things deserves to be heard. No quote today, I am reading The Passion According to G.H by Clarice Lispector. I will end this the same way as before: Be kind to yourself and others.
