The Famous Mistake

Think God got it right?

Nope.

Made one mistake. Never saw it coming.

Love.

Are you in love? This time? Again?

Of course you are.

Now.

What have you expended? Have you had faith? Have you offered trust? Was it not enough?

Of course.

It was love.

Last time you were happy in love -- before this time -- what ended it? You're in love now -- have you offered this relationship your faith yet? Or, did the last one poison this one? Well, of course it did. You're human, after all.

All that fucking.
All that fucking.

Plenty of fucking. We're built for it.

Love is a side effect, maybe?

Maybe. Maybe Ma Nature's most famous mistake. She mixed one part of this, two parts of that, and a dash of this with a jigger of that and poof! She got reproduction, attraction, survival. But like the way a pickle in peanut butter tastes like fillet mignon, chemicals are crazy things. Ma N. never saw Love coming.

But now it's here. A side effect.

Around like oxygen.

And yes, we're stuck with it. Welcome to the world's punchlineless joke, God's famous mistake. God, Mother Nature, Allah, Shiva, Zeus, Molly Hatchet, Ronald McDonald, Barry Manilow, whomever: "Oops." Done spilt an extra egg in the human omelette -- and we've got love.

Any wonder why God's gotta show up just in movies and drugs? There you go. It's called being abashed. It's how you would feel if you'd invented love and did this to everyone. It's saying, "Sorry, folks; my bad."

Infamy in error.

Our job? To prove everything wrong, and make it work.

That's it.

Make it work:

Love.

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