Our time in this universe is limited. We are just a blink. Humanity is just a blink. When our civilization dies out, I imagine the Earth as a huge ball of love. As if our lives have burned up, leaving a smoke of love. After all this, our love is here to stay.
I know that when people die, it is their love that remains. The happy memories and feeling of happiness and love are what’s left of my grandparents. Bach left his sonatas, also full of love. Artists leave their love on their canvases. Parents leave their love in the children. Anyone who has ever made anything is adding to that smoke of love.
Sure, there’s war and hatred, in the world and in our lives. I get that. But, does any of that last? Does it have to?
Let’s just do the love.
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