Yes my friends, love is a strange and wonderful thing. It empties us out completely and runs like a faucet, then a fountain, and if we don't close ourselves off to it or confuse objects of love with love itself, it becomes something so large and grand it removes everything else from sight. Nothing left. Nothing stands in the way of love, and the worst we can do is close orselves off to it. We can't run away from our own hearts.