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Feb 20th, 2003, 07:32 PM
Considering the original context of the word's use in this thread, I figured the romantic part was a given. But OK. I mean romantice love. That kind of love that gets your willy singing and your jeans steaming. In other words, the love that is just a figment of our imagination, because we'd hate to accept the truth that we were born, will live, and will die alone. Just like death. We are so afraid of death that we put all out faith into some fictional concept of an afterlife or reincarnation, when the truth is everything about us will vanish. Our minds and conscious will just zap out of function. You won't even know you're dead, because you'll cease to exist. No floating foggy ghost, no coming back as another person, no floating into the clouds to live in luxury beside "God."
And you're right, Proto. I haven't experienced love. The reason being that love doesn't exist. I can't experience something that isn't real. It's that simple. Sure, there were times that I thought I cared about people, but that was because I was naive. Now, I can accept what we are, and I'm much happier now than I ever was falling victim to a fantasy land of happiness of gumdrops, and having someone to "love" forever, until you go into the afterlife. It's all incredibly stupid.
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