The Origin Of Love

There is a land now fallen silent that once teamed with motion. Fluid motion, skillfully coreographed, precisely executed, beautiful to behold. And in this land there once poured forth a beautiful and enchanting music. Free, flowing, melodic, moving. The people who once lived here were happy and carefree. They laughed and they sang and they frolicked about. But for all their joy they knew not of love. They lacked the one emotion. And none knew why.

None knew why they lived in small houses in groups of three or four. None knew why some swelled up and burst forth with another child. And none knew why.

The peaceful bliss was soon ended. And with the bliss went their ignorance. Outsiders began exploring. Clothing was introduced and makeup and vanity and greed and theft and hate and disease. And suddenly they all knew why.

With the darkness that came there came a great pressure to leave. To find somewhere else that was like the old land. To find some way to forgive themselves for allowing this to happen. Yet they realized their past was lost. And they all knew why.

Split up and wandering, each in turn remembered the carefree days of song, and joy, and mirth. In that moment each sensed a new emotion- one of strong desire and high regard. And in that moment love was felt. And the reason for the peaceful previous existance was known.

Although each may continue to wander, searching for their lost companions they at least carry the memory of the land that is now silent. And they carry the songs. And they carry love. And that wandering creates hope and spreads love. And we all should know why.

The origin of love.