Just now I sit to write about that endlessly mysterious entity called Love, that one that inhabits our hearts – our entire bodies really – when It shows up. Hard for me to say what Love is. Can say that it is sublime, that permeates the very fabric of existence deep into and beyond anything we can call the Divine. Some say Love is God. Some say Love is what holds the Universe together. Being myself one of those strange – and endemically proliferating characters – who believes that we are all connected, I lean towards believing that only such an exquisite impulse as Love could be so creative and enthusiast as to create Life in such a magnificent way. I look around and see so much Life everywhere. Each breath I take, each drop of water in my shower, every sound coming from infinite different directions. It all resembles the most heightened impulse to create, to expand Life.

No definition can frame what Love is.