the-american-average

Mortals have trouble understanding the concept of love: What does it mean? What is it? Will it ever happen to me? All the questions and more run through their mind- since they have been able to think for themselves and distance themselves from the realm of apes, that one eternal question lingers- What is love? Such a swift, fleeting, eternal, painful, wondrous thing- it cannot be put into words. Yet mortals have put it into flesh and blood- Aphrodite and her son Eros. Ridiculous, I say. How can such a malicious thing be called love? It is a disgusting mockery. Then again...I am hypocritical. Once I thought love to be something best