Huh...

What place does love have in our lives? Where do we put it? How do we work it in? Is it something that pours from our every being; in a sense then our essence? Or is it something that is external? Do we then let it in or shoo it away. Does it blow in under the crack of the door like water in a storm? What then is this love that is held so dear in this world? It would seem to be multi-faceted; is it? Then that does complicate matters, does it not? It is hard to find place and reason for one entity, but what do you do with many? All for one and one for all, with no mention of love. Should we mention it and all work collectively towards one love? Interesting as this is and as much as I would love to continue, go I must.