Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
–Victor Hugo
Updated 7/11 (because comments are closed and I didn’t want to take the time to figure out how that happened): Perhaps the quote makes more sense if it reads, “Life is the toast for which love is the honey.”
heh, can you actually parse this? so, little sexual droppings of life are collected by us and chewed up and eventually turned into love? a metaphor that leads me far from comprehension…
Well, I love the photo. Is this one of yours? And I do think we have to search within life, process the deepest, most important parts, transform it within ourselves, and turn it into something special to give to others. So I connected with this post. Thanks.