Not the biggest fan of Valentines Day -- my gift this year to my own special someone is the cutest set of handheld Dumbells -- go-on whisper a chorus of "Bah! Humbug!" if I sound over-it-all. I'm not, really. Just over this idea that love could be bought one-day-a-year during the month of February.
Gifts are not given or owned, but rather shared said that German philosopher Heidegger -- I'm right there with ya Heidegger.
Isn't love more about -- "time shared" then the amount of money spent on a gift on February 14th?
"A true gift never belongs entirely to the giver or the receiver," offers this Times Op-Ed. "It remains in a place between them like a meaningful conversation or a kiss. And it can stay there permanently. The gift may even leave traces for the couple’s family, when the giver and the receiver live only in memory."
It sounds like one-big-mushy Greeting Card -- but I'm buying...
Love shouldn't be expressed in price tags -- me, I'd gladly take a meaningful kiss any day.
LOVE
Though I may speak with bravest fire,
And have the gift to all inspire,
And have not love, my words are vain,
As sounding brass, and hopeless gain.
Though I may give all I possess,
And striving so my love profess,
But not be given by love within,
The profit soon turns strangely thin.
Come, Spirit, come, our hearts control,
Our spirits long to be made whole.
Let inward love guide every deed;
By this we worship, and are freed.
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ALLEN
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