"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Monday, November 23, 2009

The Tedium of Love

The young couple, hand in hand, walking, along the street, periodically gazing into one another’s open faces and kissing as they do, what do they know of the monotony of love?

The elderly couple---married 40 years, yet still grayly in love, even as they negotiate the crowded aisles of the supermarket. Their love is an achievement, but achievements are boring statistics.

On TV, the bachelor of one channel and the bachelorette on another, each seeking the perfect, well sculpted mate, for the “one” love of a lifetime—what will happen to them as the iridescent glow of romance fades into the hum drum drone of love?

Lola had grown tired of love. It was everywhere, and it had become tedious.

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