Friday, August 17, 2007

Something to Think About

"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying a wake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. But sometimes the petals fall away and the roots have not entwined. Imagine giving up your home and your people, only to discover after six months, a year, three years, that the trees have had no roots and have fallen over. Imagine the desolation. Imagine the imprisonment."

Dr. Iannis to Pelagia, Corelli's Mandolin ~ Louis de Bernieres

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful thing to contemplate. Remember Dear Friend, we may have roots, but unlike trees we are capable and worthy of intertwining again if we wish. My Mom has this pant that we do not know the name of, she just calls it the Live Forever plant. Momma got it from a center piece at a party. She got one leaf and it grew. This plant would get trampled, mowed over, up-rooter, chopped in half, and repanted, and it would grow new roots. Momma gave me a piece and I grow it, chop it up to give away, sometimes with roots and sometimes just as a leaf. It always grows in its new digs.

I am not so poetic as your quoted text but I hope that my idea gets across.

You are not a fallen tree, Friend. You are this little plant who grows and thrives in all soil.

Paige said...

Well, now, this made me all teary. Thank you, girlfirend. You were eloquent enough for me and I needed to hear that.

xoP