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There is a magic that, if we’re blessed, throughout our life persists… a phenomenon that can’t be explained by philosophers or scientists. It’s been around long before we were born and will be around long after we are through…it’s something you might find hard to believe…until it happens to you. It can only occur naturally…it can’t be manufactured…or bought…and only after you’ve experienced it does it become easier to spot. You can see it in your family and friends with just the naked eye…it is particularly easy to spot in older couples walking by. Since, once experienced it becomes easier to see… I wonder…if Charles Darwin knew of its origin…or Isaac Newton its gravity. Surely something this fascinating begs for the expertise…of Plato… his mentor Aristotle… or his student, Socrates. And what is this phenomenon whose praises have long been sung? It’s the fact that even as our bodies grow old…the love inside us stays young. That, even as we age and our actions and reflexes are slowing,…the love we first experienced long ago in our hearts and minds…keeps growing. It is a fact we all will die…to think differently is a fools endeavor… but love…once it’s touched us and touched another…will live on…forever. Love has a way of defying time and space…of gravity…of origin and causation… of never being fully understood…of eluding explanation. And I, for one, having experienced it… feeling its wonder every day… am not only glad it is so mysterious… but wouldn’t have it any other way.

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