Part 2
"If love were a dance, it would be hip hop. Or break dancing. With jerking moves and a perfect beat."
"It is certainly not a slow dance, with wide strokes."
"It is exhilarating non fiction."
"It is free verse."

Persons of our most present frame of time have been inundated with ideas of love. It pores out over radio and on television. Love songs! Love shows! Silly kids. Love does not come with options or recipes necessarily. It is not found with the perfect bra, hairstyle, or even weight. It is rumoured to come from smell. But not from perfume. Or body spray. Love is fluid and consistent. But I don’t have to tell you what love is or is not. You are either in it or you are not. Look to your right or left. Look again in fifty years. If the person on your right or left is still there, on your right or left, that is the form of love being discussed. That person there, fifty years later, does not care that your back is hairy or that your laugh pierces the gods in heaven. It also does not care that you are moody while you are on your period. Turn off your televisions! Turn them off! Television is not love. Nor does is substitute for psychotherapy. Love does not care about bad skin, lost hair, lost limbs, lost teeth, or lost keys. It also cares very little about bad cooking.
Not everybody needs to live on the outskirts of town in a house with a toilet in the middle of the room to have love. It just helps.

"I took a sociology class on love once as an undergraduate."
"Did you learn anything?"
"I learned what love is not."
"Which is probably better to know than what it is."
"Precisely."
There are certain things in the world that act as a deliberate demise of humanity. These things, coincidentally, are the same things that society values. Oh no. Because that poses a very serious problem; to value the things that will eventually destroy you. That also sounded like a spoiler alert, so don’t get upset. We’ll come back.

"Tell me about a girl you thought you loved."
"Which one?’
"A girl."
"There was a chubby blonde haired girl, with three kids. She needed too much."
"More."
"The girl who didn’t need me enough. She had darker hair."
"Do you think about them?"
"Fleeting moments, there are fleeting moments when it all comes back to me. Do you feel betrayed?"
"Unreasonably so. Try to clean your mind."

There are very specific things that society has embraced as a value system. If you possess any of these, you have power. Power is godly. These things are as follows: wealth (not to assumed to be charitable), academic accreditation (not to be confused with actual intelligence), sexual provocation (not to be confused with natural beauty), and celebrity.

Celebrity being the most dangerous to human relationships. If you are able to release your ties to social mores, you create a subset of society. You also create a breakdown of your psyche.

"Tell me about passion."
"I can’t."
"Chemistry?"
"No. I know god better."

The hybridity of life. Mixing elements. Who understands the potion truly? And do ingredients matter? When you taste the best meal of your life, do you care how it is made? Certainly you would be curious about the ingredients, but what if the ingredients were unseemly? Say the best meal of your life was made from children’s feet, and the ashes of the dead, and liquid vicodin (unflavoured)? Would the meal not taste as sweet, then? So maybe curiosity also has the capacity to kill love. Maybe love is rendered completely futile when you start asking too many questions, when you begin to wonder of its nature and its components. Only the bravest of the brave would continue to eat a meal made from children’s feet, the ashes of the dead and liquid vicodin (unflavoured)