Love is weird, love sucks, love is stupid, love is forever and ever.  One lover in the next room, the other a brother very distinctly across the continent.  My heart aches for him so very far away facing a life change that will join him until the end.

But then again, we face that every day crossing the street, or driving 70 mph on the highway trusting the engines made by hundreds of hands throughout thousands of countries.

No matter how battered, the heart is held by Spirit.  The spirit of me is endless, the little fist-sized human heart pumps just for so long.  I throw myself on the Path of Spirit, dragging my little achy, stretched-out human weeping heart.