After watching PBS's Shadowlands my weakness for stories of men made whole by the love of a woman is amplified. Last night he was a believer in God but not romantic love. I believed in both before I found it, yes it, not them because they're both the same. We can explain what we feel but why we feel it eludes an explanation that would make perfect sense. Every notion that comes to mind doesn't explain away the if that's true then how about . . retort. I am closer to God than ever before but I'm not doing His work. I also know that the love I have is not the contrived version that I thought was real when it changed headliners serially. While reading a tome on meditation and well being today I got it that this quasi-reclusive pattern of living is immensely meditative, not to be interpreted as mingling = unhealthy. Withdrawal has a negative taste to it at first mention but it's not the from that matters as much as the to. Go for the Gold isn't restricted to beating out all others if the top prize is solemnly joyful mating, a reflection of commitment and sincerity to the pairing despite others achievement by a different route. It chilled into the 20s this morning reinforcing the rule that you never discard your clothes while crawling through a desert. What? too obscure? Earth's moon was formed after a Mars-sized object collided with Earth blasting the pieces into orbit that eventually fused into da Moon. Fortunately, God decided much later that this moderately skilled love child needed to be mated with the counterpart of the soul hence, love. Bank it, lock it in and notice the absence of doubt. Fade to credits and turn up the volume. Skeedadle.