We have Laboradoodle dogs and Africree cousins.
I was just noticing yesterday how we have to make ourselves separate to be able to appreciate and love. Is there something to "familiarity breeds contempt" and "distance makes the heart grow fonder"? Do we truly find parting to be that (bitter)sweet sorrow?
Love wasn't an original virtue?
This shit just pops up.
Script flip fun:
We weren't supposed to not want anything, we were supposed to not want for anything!
It's not that we won't own anything and be happy, it's that nothing will own us in it's having of it and we'll be happy.
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