Energy can be transformed from one form to another, but it cannot be created or destroyed. Can we say the same of love?
Acting on desire will likely mess up things big time. Should we give up desiring then?
Love and food may just be the same thing.
In the mid 80’s, I stumbled upon the “Rubayaits” by Omar Khayyam, a poet who lived in the 12th century Persia. These poems are not about love but they do speak of the transience of things – just what young passionate lovers need to hear. Thirty years later (and a waning passion), this little reading gem still rings true to me.
Motherly love does indeed last forever and motherly love is totally unconditional. I have seen this in countless occasions.