Suny College of Plattsburg - Sociology Department Love and instinct, the two are not exclusive. They very much depend on each other as equals. Love needs instinct, but not instinct with an overabundance of my fear, only enough so that which gives me pause impulsively is garnered toward a loving outcome, not with so much fear that I’m unwittingly and even wittingly culpable of destroying Home for some fantasy land. The tragic part, I’ve been Home the whole time, I’ve just trashed Heavenly eartH and Home so badly that it’s become indistinguishable from hell, from any love found in my thinking... ~ I must remember the next go around and not forget my duty to Mother eartH, my beholden. She summons me now, imagine then… ~ Am I repeating myself? I suppose I could just self-publish a work the size of the weighty books of beliefs? But this book would not be mine and mine alone, it would be Life’s book and it would only have one word over and over and from cover to cover, Love…
(The Weaver's Song)