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From: sunny@sun.uucp (Sunny Kirsten)
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Subject: What is love, Why is Jeff playing "yes, but", what to do about it.
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Date: Mon, 21-Jan-85 01:26:59 EST
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Posted: Mon Jan 21 01:26:59 1985
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> I suspect that those participants who are more tolerant of me (and of people
> in general) are not bothering to vote, since they will continue to be
> supportive and understanding.

No, just didn't want to either flame nor play the "yes, but" game with you.
> 
> love is all work and pain, and does not provide
> any fun or any joy.  This could be inferred from passages near the end of
> that heavily-recommended book, "The Road Less Traveled", wherein Scott Peck
> talks about how a truly, thoroughly loving person will be thinking all the
> time (does s/he never get to blow off an evening?), and about the aloneness
> of one who has achieved great spiritual growth.  Sure sounds like a no-win
> setup to me.  Comments?

Yes, please start seeing your shrink from 2 to 20 times as often as you do now.
> 
			From "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran

	Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
	And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a
stillness upon them.  And with a great voice he said:
	When love beckons to you, follow him,
	Though his ways are hard and steep.
	And when his wings infold you yield to him,
	Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
	And when he speaks toyou believe in him,
	Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste
the garden.
	For Even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.  Even as he is for
your growth so is he for your pruning.
	Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun,
	So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to
the earth.
	Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
	He threshes you to make you naked.
	He sifts you to free you from your husks.
	He grinds you to whiteness.
	He kneads you until you are pliant;
	And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred
bread for God's sacred feast.
	All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of
your heart, and in that knowledge becomea fragment of Life's heart.
	But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure
	Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of
love's threshing-floor,
	Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your
laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
	Love gives naught but itself and takes not but from itself.
	Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
	For love is sufficient unto love.
	When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather,
"I am in the heart of God."
	And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds
you worthy, directs your course.
	Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
	But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
	To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night,
	To know the pain of too much tenderness.
	To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
	And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
	To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day
of loving;
	To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstacy;
	To return home at eventide with gratitude;
	And then to sleep witha prayer for the beloved in your heart and a
song of praise upon your lips.


	Then Amitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?
	And he answered saying:
	You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
	You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
	Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
	But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
	And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
	Love one another, but make not a bond of love;
	Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
	Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
	Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
	Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone
	Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the
same music.
	Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
	For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
	And stand together yet not too near together:
	For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
	And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
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