The Sun's a Shining, The Flowers' a Blooming...

It is a day for love and romance...let us shout out our love from the mountain tops...(or failing that, the rooftops), till all the seas gang dry my dear, so deep in love am I.

Can love or the lack of it make a person ill? I believe so. Once upon a time, I was amused by those who sighed and stared dreamily into space, high on a drug called love...or as I called it, 'infatuation'. I joked with the lovesick that what they needed was a wake-up call - an injection filled with a healthy dose of reality. They agreed, weakly nodding their heads, before falling back into their catatonic states, like lotus eaters defenceless against the songs of the sirens. Some of them married their loves, some were forced to marry the men/women their families chose for them...

I am 36 now. I humbly admit that love is the most powerful drug of all. I apologize to all those whose love I teased them about.
It is true that God is love. But of course, if people truly believed that (or maybe I should have phrased it 'If people's belief were true...'), they would not attack other nations on the insistence of a few war-profiteers, based upon cooked up, elaborate conspiracies. NOBODY gains from war but those who manufacture weapons and the few at the top who have an direct economic stake in the natural resources of the country being attacked.

Love is one's conscience. Whether one believes or not in God, and regardless of our nationality, race, religion, and community, ALL of us share universal values that compel us to recognize human rights and common ground for happiness.

Hopefully, the world is moving towards more acceptance and an appreciation of its beautiful, diverse cultures. I pray my sons live life to the fullest and spread happiness in such a world, marry the women whom they love, and celebrate contentment with their many children.

It all begins with a little spark that burns bright in our hearts...

A Red, Red Rose 

My love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June :

My love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I :

And I will love thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :

And I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,

And fare thee weel a while !

And I will come again, my love,

Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.

- Robert Burns (25 January 1759 - 21 July 1796)