“I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the stomach of a king, and of a king of England too.”

Love is complicated. Love is dangerous.  Love is equal. Love is vulnerable. To have true love one must surpass their ego and relinquish control.   In order to do that we must pass the spiritual lessons which bring us to a higher state of consciousness. In other words, just because you dig it, doesn’t mean it’s love. Just because it makes you feel good, doesn’t mean it’s love.  Love is for the strong, not for the weak.  Many seek companionship.  They seek easy.  No complications.  Above all they seek complete control of their emotions.  To fill a void within yourself and and a bed with a warm body, is not love.

We meet people and assume we’re starting from page one. We’re actually starting right in the middle of the book and within time we’ll figure out that there were many pages before and there will be many pages after. And that’s when things seem to fall apart. Aha. Maybe we should read the pencil markings on the page? Bada Bing.