Love is something that is not easily defined in simple words, images, or actions. Small love is. But Love is not. In the face of misery and darkness, Love is continuing to shine. It is an act of defiance against the destruction of the light inside all of us. It is to become a beacon so bright that it drives a hole into spacetime and coalesces into a star.
It is rare in the midst of suffering or comfort that anyone chooses this path.
There is no equation to determine who will begin to blaze in the face of pain, in the lap of comfort, or in the tsunami of apathy and mediocrity. There is no way to judge the pain of others in the face of your own when you are lost in the simple suffering of the immediate moment. The long-term goal of over-arcing love that will bring life to the tiniest creature while still understanding that death is needed. That to wipe out inequity and intolerance; that a certain level of boundary must be placed on what is tolerated. There is no paradox of tolerance once you realize that those who are intolerant have placed themselves outside the boundaries of tolerance. That to love enough to eliminate hate requires greater strength than the shrug and turn.
We are once again at a crossroads.
And we are losing light faster than we are realizing love.