Thursday, December 16, 2004

Like dying

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The sweetness of your love is like dying. It hurts like nothing else on earth, hurts way more than a petty orgasm, hurts like a body tearing to let transcendence come in. Scary, horrible. So do it. Come in.

This is not a "safe" love. This is not a healthy love from the point of view of your dietician or neurologist or even your priest. But what they no longer see behind the damage is the new life that the damage hides. Are you addicted to God? Oh yes, you will never let this go no matter what. Only it seems that your addiction is different from the countless others insofar as it leads you to nurture the widow and orphan and to pray for all prisoners, homeless, little ones in pain. Because they are now you and *you* -- through sheer crazy love -- have chosen also to be *them*. And if you don't do this, you are not in love.

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