Love is not limitless. It has a capacity, it fills a space, and space runs out.
Love is never unconditional, though as humans, it is our natural instinct to want to feel it, touch it, keep it. Envy, anger, estrangement stem from its branches, like poisoned fruits ready to twist us into lemmings of leering.

Swing the world over your shoulder, stagger uphill, and hopefully you'll reach its peak. What sights lay before you really depends on which hill you chose to climb in the first place.

On a side note, there has been an increase in the number of people reading my blog lately. I'm so touched! I suddenly feel wanted. I should reward myself with a pack of smokes - the only problem is, Viceroy seems to have suspended distribution of their Super Menthol Lights until the New Year. A 7-11 man claims that they're keeping it all in a warehouse, waiting for approving for a price raise. What bastards! Meanwhile I feel sadly deprived. Somebody please get me a stick and I will reward you with a ring of smoke. :)