This dear one, having assisted in healing a few others (including someone with some form of cancer), approached and told the young man, "I want to help you. I can heal you, if you have faith and want me to." The young man's response? "No thank you; I don't want to be healed. I LIKE me... just the way I am."
I would have reacted the same way, Shelby, but I might have silently added, "now get away from me, you fruitcake."
I truly hope it wasn't that I offended, dear Nick
Absolutely not, dear lady. I took offense to something you said months and months ago, but I realised soon after I was jumping to a wrong conclusion. I just didn't have words to respond. Still don't.
The question is: Does love itself evolve or is it just something we uncovered. Is it a force of nature that existed before us (like gravity) or is it a construct of the conscious mind?
My wife and I are bird lovers. We have two feeders in our back yard and we keep them full year-round. We have cardinals, gold and red finches, bluejays, grossbeaks, sparrows, nuthatches, doves, grackles, black birds, etc. etc. constantly in the bushes and trees that surround us. A sharp-shinned hawk has taken notice and every once in awhile it sits in our big walnut tree and waits. Last week it nailed a mourning dove, leaving only a pile of feathers on the lawn. The doves are into their second brood. Since last week, the mate of the hawk's victim has perched itself on a limb overhanging the pile of feathers just looking and waiting. It is still there as I type this. Is that love? Grief, perhaps? It's something, to be sure, but what?