"love is subjective..."
the statement surprised me; my surprise startled me even more.
yes, like most things -- i replied.
subjective...
subject...
it redefines every word declared by its flag, as though each claimant has its own lexicology of it. therein lies the language barriers of such partisanships. yet, at one delineation or two, we objectively agree on love. perhaps, the trick then is to find -- sui generis as we are -- another who speaks the same dialect or, at the very least, similar. sometimes, if we are lucky (?), we chance upon those who, aside from learning our verncular, adopt it as its own. would that now be the objectivism of love?
how can something be both subjective and objective at the same time?
because love is always...
and never...
everywhere and...
a series of infnite ellipses... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
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