On Love
an Art of Dying fragment
Eva and I were in love. No, let me restate that: Eva and I were in LOVE. In Total Love — no letters big enough; the kind of love that glitters the air and fills the day with a glorious hum.
Eva was Our Prince’s personal steward at the time and spent a lot of time with and around Him. Being quite perceptive, Our Prince, one day he asked her what made her glow (yes, she did glow). So, she told him that she was in love, and with whom.
Our Prince, apparently curious, asked her to describe the feeling.
She didn’t answer right away, thinking about it. How to put it in words. Not one to be kept waiting, he prompted:
Does it soften and sprinkle everything with gold?
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Are you walking on clouds?
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Do you hum with anticipation of seeing him soon?
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
At this he (she later told me) erupted, nearly (or actually) furious.
“That is nothing but ‘can’t live today, must live tomorrow’,” he roared.
She was too stunned to say anything.
“That feeling is all about making bodies so you’ll have somewhere to go once this life is up,” he added, a little more calmly.
Still stunned and tongue-bound, she tried to understand.
“Love, that kind of love, the humming kind of love, is just humans towing the line, following Earth’s dictates. The rules of the game. You’re just slaves to the trap.”
She began to cry, and abruptly left. He might have called her back, she thinks so, but she didn’t turn or stop. Came looking for me.
Found me. Told me what had happened.
I was nearly as stunned as she, but (and much more importantly) this, for me, was also an authentic glimpse behind the Princely Curtain, for it told me that Our Prince truly and absolutely believed what he had said to her. He did not perform before an adoring audience. It was not a mapped out or scripted response. It was a spontaneous eruption, signaling, I truly believe, what Our Prince actually felt or understood or suspected or knew.
About LOVE (aka infatuation).
Honestly, looking back, I think (as in believe) he knew.
And, as honestly, I think (as in believe) that he was right.
© Wolfstuff
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