“That death’s unnatural that kills for loving.” – Othello, the Moor of Venice
Love, such a short and simple word, and so much goes into it. Most things we do during our days on Earth we do for Love – for love of someone, of something, for love of money, for love of success, for love of the planet, of its people, for love of material things … Whether that Love is right or wrong, in our minds, we do it just for Love. Crimes of passion are said to be committed out of Love – love that has sickened and crossed the line towards death. Even the denial of oneself for the pleasing of the loved one, is out of love. All is done in the name of Love. Love is pure, a higher essence; in our humanity, or twisted humanity, we corrupt it.
Today, think of it – what do you love? why do you love?