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Pre-scheduled: Automatically published on 11/11/11 at 11:11 AM.
A formal conference for the discussion of art as a public affair. In order to correctly define art, it is necessary, first of all, to cease to consider it as a means to pleasure and to consider it as one of the conditions of human life. Viewing it in this way we cannot fail to observe that art is one of the means of intercourse between man and woman. This blog will also include opinions about life in general.
My belief is that real love comes around only once in a persons life. You know what kind of love I'm talking about. The one that has the intensity to take your breath away. A profound surge of emotion, the storm when you least expect it. It turns life upside down and you find yourself doing things for the other person that you've never done before. It's almost as if you can move mountains, or at least summit one. Any love arriving afterwards can be felt as 'deep feelings' but it never truly measures up to that deep passionate sense of the heart that true love brought you. In all honesty, you can't compare the two because they are at opposite ends of the spectrum of love. This 'true love' that I'm talking about is a love that is endless and knows no bounds, can persevere and toils through the thickness of life's cruel tricks. It endures everything in it's path, never relinquishes and holds on until the last breath. The thought of impending death does not cause it to waiver and death does not destroy it. It lives. I'm talking about a love that has more depth and breadth ever imaginable, one that touches the deepest part of the soul, a love that makes the spirit scale and soar to points others only dream of. It challenges us. It defines who we are. Love always prevails as it dances to the end. And even in the end this love continues dancing for all eternity. It lives in your soul, in the warmth of the hotel of your heart. 