It's a life without love TO it or through it.
An aberration of a human being but not a human present.
A tree without branches.
A mountain lost in a larger valley.
A car with 3 wheels roaring down a highway at high speed.
A flower with no peddles.
A wedding without a bride.
A house with no doors.
A street with no intersections.
A train straining to reach full speed with no tracks beneath its enormous weight.
An orchestra on stage sans the musicians.
A song without a melody and missing a cadence.
We can live without love just as we could live without sleep...and we slowly become ghosts of exhaustion.
Why do we even bother to look at the extremists who shout? Because we can not help but stare...rubber necking at the view as our instincts shouts, "Beware! Be aware!" Or worse yet, "Could this be me?"
We watch and wonder, "Why?" and, "When will this crash?"
And we suddenly know that any life without LOVE always fades into fear...fear of the other.
We watch and wonder, "Is there any lack of significant LOVE in full blown within my own experience?"
Racism dies, line by line, the instant authentic Love begins its unfailing ferment within our soul.