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[sid] => 142172
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Opposite of Love
[time] => 2008-05-06 12:47:31
[hometext] => Not really a poem just wanted to see what you guys thought....
[bodytext] => What is the converse of love? One can find themselves caught up in such a plain yet profound question. What is the converse of love? Those of you with little time to spare, as for your hectic life, might assertively jump to the conclusion that the converse of love is hate. To you, I would simple say “No”, and you do not have adequate time to park yourself and read further, so you just scurry along and in no way recall my query. Those of you intrigued enough by my inquiry to take the time to read my unassuming thesis allow me to raise an additional question, what is love? Love is complex and tricky to characterize, since love can represent countless diverse things, for lack of a better word. Consequently, love is obscure right? If love is obscure subsequently love must be imaginary, since everything real is definable. Love no doubt can be felt, however, and only objects existing in the realm of actuality are substantial. Love must be real. Love as a result dwells in the realms of actuality and imagination. Since love dwells in both realms, love therefore is encompassed in everything. Since love is existent in everything then its converse must be existent in nothing. What might you solicit exists in nothing? I do not have a humorous retort, as the only thing that exists in nothing is nothing. Nothing is not a state of mind, a feeling, nor imaginable, nothing is just nothing. Nothing can never become something. You take zero and multiply it by whatever number you wish but you will still only have zero. Nothing is the converse of love. Love is actual and imaginary, making it existent in everything and nothing is its converse, because without love we are nothing. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 73 [informant] => varsity3 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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