Born for Love [antikvár]

Introduction I begin each day by listening to the news. I hear of die jogger who got mugged in the park, the child wounded by a madman's bullet, the husband who strangled his wife in a jealous rage, another municipal scandal, new racial killings, complaints of our bogged-down judicial system, and overcrowded prisons erupting in violence. In spite of this, I eat my breakfast, get dressed, and with renewed determination, secure in my armor of optimism, I face the world as a lover I know that this may seem naive and perhaps a little simplistic to the cynic, but as far as I can determine, it is the only sensible decision. It is difficult for some people to accept that love is a choice. This seems to run counter to the generally accepted theory of romantic love which expounds that love is inborn and as such requires no more than to accept it. This theory believes that love is a magical force which frees us from all suffering and solves every problem, that it is an end unto itself To a limited extent, there may be some truth to each of these beliefs, but having the capacity to love is not the same as having the ability to love. Love is certainly genetically inscribed, but it needs to be evoked, studied, taught and practiced if it is to have any real meaning. To date, even our keenest minds and most sophisticated technology have been unsuccessful in unraveling the ways, powers and mysteries of love. So, any talk of love continues to elicit churning intellectual and emotional responses. It is dismissed by some as a disease of self-delusion, an affront to common sense, and an impediment to self control. At the same time, others celebrate it as the greatest of human values, a direct gift from God, the most powerful and potent life enhancing human energy, and possibly life's only meaning.