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Quote: from gronk at 12:20 am on July 10, 2009

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love is a decision

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i like that.

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Quote: from barnabas at 3:06 pm on July 10, 2009

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Quote: from gronk at 12:20 am on July 10, 2009

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love is a decision

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 i like that.

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In what sense is love a decision?

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because we choose to love.


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Do not abandon yourselves to despair.
We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Pope John Paul II

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because we choose to love.

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Secondly, at precisely what age did you decide you were going to love your parents?

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Quote: from barnabas at 10:08 pm on July 10, 2009

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because we choose to love.

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Firstly, that would not make love itself a decision. It would make it the result of a decision.

Secondly, at precisely what age did you decide you were going to love your parents?

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I think at the moment that i had to decide that i was going to continue to love them in spite of being aware of their flaws, something that I was not aware of them having when i was younger.

did i love my parents as a child? yes, but infinitely different than how i lvoe them now, as an adult.

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Do not abandon yourselves to despair.
We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Pope John Paul II

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So you believe you could equally have decided not to continue loving them, and that would have been that?

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sure. or certainly not loved them the way that i love them now.

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Do not abandon yourselves to despair.
We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Pope John Paul II

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Well that's the creepiest thing I've heard all month.

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why?

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Do not abandon yourselves to despair.
We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Pope John Paul II

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Probably, it isn't written in a very complicated way. At the very least, it will drive home the concept that the English word "love" isn't really sufficient for all the different ways we try to use it, which renders it vague.

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Quote: from The Academy at 3:02 pm on July 10, 2009

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Quote: from TheOtherHorseman at 3:00 pm on July 10, 2009

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  There might even be three forms of love, or even four. Maybe they are all Greek, though.

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 That is actually a decent point of view. Who knows, the world is vast and full of multiple points and ideas. Each person finds something different out of love.

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I was actually referring to storge, philia, eros, and agape. Basically family-love, friendship-love, romantic-love, and divine-love. C. S. Lewis wrote a little book about them that has around 100% fewer talking lion Jesuses than most people would expect from him.

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I really like what CS lewis has to say about love.

I probably went way to far in my other posts in this topic, because i dont think that there is one kind of love, but many, and some you choose and some you dont.

sigh.

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Do not abandon yourselves to despair.
We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Pope John Paul II

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The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle -
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

~~Percy Bysshe Shelley

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As often-times the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

~~Oscar Wilde

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F**K formal definitions.

Edit: Also. Yea. You'd really have to decide what kind of "love" you are talking about.

Post edited at 8:06 pm on July 10, 2009 by Event Horizon

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Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful.It's the transition
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