I was so close to simply shutting closed the screen of my device, calling it a night, giving up.
But for … the love of the writer in me.
My goodness! How many times have I done that? Used love as a cop-out that explains away an irrational decision. Or a better question, how many times have you done that?
*My goodness! How many times have I done that? Used love as a cop-out that explains away an irrational decision. Or a better question, how many times have you done that?* Panics!
“Love is just a feeling”
That girl, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
I love you so it’s okay.
I love that so I deserve to have it.
But does anyone really understand the sentiment it describes; philosophers, writers, musicians, psychologists have all tried to find some meaning? And we’ll let you decide for yourselves but we think what they serve a job in doing is arguing amongst themselves, confirming perhaps that what unites us – no not love – is our universal ability to agree to disagree on, well everything.
From Christian doctrines it is that Love is deeply cultivated in character;
Love is patient
Love is kind
It does not envy
It does not boast
From Shakespeare, it is that Love is attraction, and is nearly always a winding suspenseful story.
All this to say, we started talking here on the Album interludes and dialogue that set apart Lauryn Hill’s solo debut album; The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, and we wound up here.
At love.
In love.
