Love affairs begin with the thrill of an infatuation, and there’s always a risk of neglecting what’s more important. We’ve had a long growing infatuation with technology, and reinventing our lives over and over, for example. Such infatuations become just fond memories for how a true love began, if it’s true love that emerges from it, of course. Whether it’s the beginning of a true love or not, is the question, as for any dream of expanding promises.
Write your own story of a love, a dream of promises either kept or not, as hasty as a smile shining light into two lives or as drawn out as the dreams of mankind and our many centuries of wandering from one wilderness to another in search of why some loves do last. but so many just don’t.
Getting lost in infatuations is one way, as with dreams of wealth, and so making the great errors of expectation and so losing it all. Our infatuation with rearranging our planet ever more rapidly, consuming it as we go, has really gotten the best of us, and it has to do with money. What would get us to commit to being its partner rather than its ruler? That seems to be the question.