The artificial feeling involved in daily love has no presence in the reality we are currently holding. It is un-explainable, the meaning of L O V E. If it's not chemical reaction, then it must be wired reactions telling us that we must not linger single. Tinkle warm feeling that passes through us as we find this thing called love. Lonely feeble man wish they never gave theirs up because learning to love is not the same as loving to learn. Those who want to love fail before those who run as far as their feet can bring them. But your feet can only bring you so far and then you see those who first failed being carries by more than just their feet
in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind