Love is all there is.
The way humanity understands it is twisted.
Does the rapist not love his victim?
Does the victim not love her rapist?
Does the murderer not love her victim?
Does the victim not love his murderer as he takes his last breath?
This is life itself.
Does the animal not love in her sacrifice as I slice her neck and shed her blood?
Do I not love the animal as I ingest her flesh?
This is love itself.
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