What the heck is it anyways?

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Yeah, I like to write... .But only when I don't even think about what i am writing does it really come through. If I don't think too much it just comes from somewhere else, outside of me... Should I write a book? Maybe someday i will.. I would like to...Today I will write about.....Love... Sure why not or why rather?? Love in a sense is distorted to a great extent, at least in my mind at this point in time...Where does love come from? Does it come from something or nothing? Does it come from me or you? IS it a battle or is it natural? To me, love is something we have been taught to chase after. We have been taught to find it somewhere else.. But where? In all the wrong places that is where....Can you really find love, or is it already there, lurking in the shadows that are dancing on the wall...What is love anyways, isn't that the question?? The image of Love to me has been damaged by society, as has everything. If I could just escape society, maybe then I could find love all around me. I think I could see it in the air if I could just get away from all that is not. Why is it that people always think they have to go out and look for love.. Shouldn't it just be coming from God, and isn't that enough??? Why isn't it? What went wrong in our minds.. AHHH, that's it...our minds. love doesn't come from our minds, does it??? The mind is too worldy for love to be born there... It is our thoughts that disrupt the positive flow of universal love that exists in all realms of this universe simultaneously. The mind says I cannot love.. it is impossible. It is the rational, logical mind that makes it impossible, but the true reality off the illusion of the world is that this world is not rational or logical... It only appears to be... The truth is, we were born as a pure physical expression of love. Think of a baby. A newborn babe is pure, divine love.. Not yet tarnished by the darkness of a un-evolved society in which they were cast into upon their own decision...What does a baby do.... The first thing it does is cry out. You feed it. They fall asleep in your arms.... It feeds off of you and your warmth. Love looks all around, stares you in the eye, cries out to you, feeds off of you, and eventually, when you are at peace with the idea of it, it rests gently in you arms, and you envelope it as your own. It surrounds you, becomes a part of you Only then can it begin to grow and develop into something bigger, and then you can begin to really love and be loved.....