I went to a fantastic Orchestral concert tonight... The Planets by Holst. Mars and Jupiter were my favorites. I also love Clint Mansell's "Summer Overture" and "Tree of Life"... Modest Mosorgsky's "Great Gate of Kiev" and "Promenade".
True Love is neither physical nor romantic. It is the acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. Everything you'll ever be, you already are to me.
So the other day... I attended a presentation on Meth... everybody was sympathetic for these people who messed up their lives taking it... I feel no sympathy for them at all. Their life, their decisions, their consequences. Good story to learn from though if one were tempted to.