And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you
make -- does that sound like a
fundamental truth to you or not? Or is it just another sweet McCartney-Lennon concoction?
And who says it can’t be both – life is full of many such false choices, out of
which many great songs have been composed.
But the truest love may know neither taking nor making – it’s always dispossessed, more universal and less personal, of origin unknown and never, ever manufactured. In that sense, the best love is also given with a blessing, rather than taken; and received in the same spirit as it was so disposed; it is reciprocal without need for being reciprocated, in that things may be in cosmic balance without least hint of obligation imposed.
But the truest love may know neither taking nor making – it’s always dispossessed, more universal and less personal, of origin unknown and never, ever manufactured. In that sense, the best love is also given with a blessing, rather than taken; and received in the same spirit as it was so disposed; it is reciprocal without need for being reciprocated, in that things may be in cosmic balance without least hint of obligation imposed.
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