Love is not something you get; love is something you give.

Love is not something you find; love is something you create. Love is a 24-hour bug looking for a contract. Love gets lost in the shuffle of a stacked deck, a foregone conclusion I never forewent. Love is definitely the answer, but what exactly is the question? The Buddha and Lao-tse gave a way out, but Jesus gave a way in. “Love your neighbor as yourself”; no finer words have ever been uttered. Just imagine if everybody would do that. What do you mean somebody already had that idea? The best motives get sidetracked. Religion, like love itself, gets used for purposes for which it was never intended.