Gerard’s Notes on Love and Death
Love frightens me because, unlike death, love cannot be understood. Love can only be given, gotten, taken or dropped. Like death, it would seem that, once discovered, there’s no end to it — or, to take Hemingway’s point of view, no good end to it since one way or another death will trump love — in this world at least.
Go read the whole prose poem.
There will be no podcast this morning. I spent the day under the weather yesterday and haven’t had time to prepare. Your patience is appreciated.