'Love is a fog that burns in the first daylight of reality', someone once said to me. I have pondered the notion of love for most - if not all - of my life. The child, of course, necessitates such sentiment; but love is immutable and stays with us as a perennial mentor: consequently, our mentor delivers a constant expectation.
How would you fathom love? Security strikes me as a happy recourse to this love. Nonetheless, security in our modern age has adopted a new form. There is no longer a chilvaric code to dictate the notion of love. Sadly, that has been left to the media.
