I'm begining to think that Love as we've come to understand it is alot like our concept of Santa Clause.
To deny the existance of either is ludicris at this point, but to see that it's what it's all cracked up to be is even more ludicris. The spirit of Santa exists, at christmas, we see him everywhere. Children believe in him whole heartedly, swear by his exsistance. As Children, even the smartest and quickest children have at least one christmas were they know the presents put under the tree were put there by a fat man from a flying sliegh who came down their chimney, even if it is only one moment.
Santa is everywhere: we see him in the Ma