We’re all familiar with the popular saying about love being the universal language. And here I thought the universal colloquial was laughter but, digress I must. It’s the cusp of a Valentine’s Day weekend and we’re talking about amour’s transcedence: Its wondrously unique ability to bridge divides; to invalidate differences — regardless of how significant or petty — into 3rd class irrelevance. Love is the sum total of an equation pairing two sides of egalitarian respect and adoration. It is, borrowing a popular aphorism I used to bite regularly when writing syrupy love cards to girlfriends, “an exclusive fan club with only two members.” I got a lot of love for love.
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