Daily Archives: September 7, 2007

love is … a room full of razor blades

If you’re wondering how that could possibly be both true and a good thing, think of Eustace Scrubb in Lewis’ “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.” love is loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong suffering. love is not nice pictures of sunsets and flowers. pretending that everything is OK is not love. pretending to love is not love. saying that [...]