} Wow... I have gotten a LOT of love related questions lately... this
} must be some sort of epidemic going on.
} The nature of love has been questioned for years by poets, artists,
} musicians, defense attorneys, and college students. Poets often put
} love in flowing prose, artists in brilliant colors, musicians as hymns
} of praise, defense attorneys as consenting practices between adults, and
} college students as "Hey dude... you should have seen the one I bagged
} yesterday... awesome!" So the nature of love is, obviously, a matter of
} To the Oracle, who has a rather LARGE frame of reference from which to
} draw, love is a beautiful flower, which smells really bad. No, wait,
} that was Mr. Spock who said that. Scratch that. Love is a many
} splendoured thing that... no, that's a song title. Hmmm...
} Have you ever known somebody who, when you think about them, brings a
} smile to your face even though the rest of the day has sucked canal
} water? Is there somebody that you can call just to talk, when you need
} someone to listen, when you feel there is nobody else around? Better
} yet, is there someone that feels they can call YOU under the same
} circumstances?? Thhat, to some, is love.
} To those in the "Dan Fielding" school of human relations, love is when
} you engage in some serious acrobatic copulative activities and you
} actually think about the other person during the process.
} Love is glandular, irrational, erratic, frustrating, fun, obnoxious, and
} can make you seriously sick to your stomach. Love stinks, love bites,
} love is a battlefield, and love will keep you together.
} And remember, you can't buy love... but you can sometimes rent it with
} an option to own.
} You owe the Oracle a belated Valentines Day card and a box of chocolate
} covered condoms.