the floating plank at sea

Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong.

All you need is love.

I am about halfway through one of the strangest essays I've ever had to write... and it's on LOVE! Love, romance, brotherly love, one love, one heart, friendship on fire... and let's not forget Socrates and his boys.

As you can tell, it's late and I'm tired, but I'll be here a while longer. Send your dreams my way!