Love is an old crone, a woman who carries the entire weight of the world in protons in a tattered bag. She is so fucking tired of doing this! Love is holding onto so much shit! So many disappointments and betrayals — I mean just THINK of the math of this! The huuuuugggggeeee number of relationships that start with The Big Bang and end up space dust. Love wants to transform into Glenda The Good Witch and wave a wand over holding compassion for self and giving compassion for others, at the same time. Yeah, I know: “Somewhere over the rainbow…” (Really — the only way we can re-dress Lady Love is to start acting NEW WAYS in relationships. Thanks, Kris.)