July 19, 2003
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Love takes the world. That is to say, love is a bet, and you win the world. You bet on love and if you win, you win everything. Some might say that merely placing the bet is the same as winning, but I disagree. The world doesn't have to love you back, and if it doesn't, you might break even, but you won't win.
I'm world-weary. I've had a round of arguing, and I'm tired. Love is on the table, between the poker chips and the Rolex and the pink car note. The commodity of love, the love that can be counted, though it dare not speak its name.
All bets are on hold, until I figure out if this is the game I want to play. Simply caring. Simply caring isn't simple at all. They'll lie and steal and cheat. They'll slip an ace out of their sleeve and steal love right off the table.
They say you should know the game you're walking into before you walk into it. They say you should do your research. But love doesn't research, love doesn't judge the deserving and the undeserving. That's why it's love. Love sits on the table there, next to the Rolex and the car note, just another poker chip. There's no betting on love, because that's not love on the table. It's as fake as the Rolex, bought in Taiwan for fifty cents.
Just take the world. Take it in your hands and walk away from the table.
Comments (2)
That was great! I'm gonna post your 1st paragraph and hope people come back to read the rest.
yeah. wow. good writing homerus!
been thinking about love: love wins everytime, its the cheatcard up the opponents sleeve - spend enough time with anyone at all, even the most obnixious odious person in the world whom you hate with all your heart and soul and no effort at all: some perverse part of you will invest in that very hatred and that investment will flicker into a tiny insistent flame of love. if something good or ill happens to that person, you will care about them. love wins all games. love is the force that binds us, its the way we work, can't escape from it, can't win, all attempts at annihalation (war, hatred of the 'other') are futile, will rebound and destroy you, and yet love however roundly denied and mistreated wil always rule....
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