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I sit swigging cheap vodka with Moulin Rouge in the background. Ideas and emotions, confused and infinitely endless whirl in constant contradictory turmoil. I spoke for a while with one of the few esteemed people in the path that I call life. She helped. She always does and yet she can not change the reality of change. Though the insecurities abate, the confusion and bemusement clears for a moment, tomorrow is a new day. Our minds are infinitely complex and hence the inevitability of change simply never truly leaves....so it is that I choose a topic and hold it up to the light for a moment to analyse its temporal reality.

Love. Always simply a complex concept. vodka swig. It is not and can never be more real than a concept but ideas shake the foundations of our world. We are a frail and powerful species. It is our contradictions that make us an almost all powerful race but why is it that these frail, flippant concepts that offer goodness, that offer us the chance to create a better concept of humanity are squandered, shelved into the archives of frivolous fashion. The vodka lingers onwards. I watch the world...as perhaps it watches back...and see its downward spiral. I see the value of brotherhood, of love, of dignity being traded for shiny trinkets. I see the value of work and loyalty being thrown by the wayside and for what. It all tumbles down around us and we have nothing tangible to show for it. We live longer. Do we live better? perhaps...I see cracks. Sometimes I feel we are reaching the point where the gaps are all that are left...emptiness...a life, an existence that is no more than existence.

We compromise. We take a step backwards on the theory that if we dont it would only be worse in the long run. Then we take another step backwards. And another. Love is just another step. It becomes nothing; a sacrifice along the way. Before too long we dotn remember the point of the concept in the first place. another swig...

Every now and then we glimpse the ideas that created that concept. We remember the reality. greater minds that held on give us a glimpse. Stop being afraid. Don't let go of the shreds that remain. Be it love or any of the myriad concepts that carry part of a greater truth. There are truths, perhaps even realities that last for more than a moment, hidden within those concepts. Perhaps