Love

To love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer. Love is happiness. That means happiness is sorrow. Loving must mean you love to suffer. Not loving means you suffer because you don’t want to suffer. What is one to do but suffer? And suffer we do.

Jesus is the ultimate symbol for love. Jesus is nailed to a cross and tortured because he loves us. This is love, this is life. Can anything be more absurd then this? I think not.

ummmm. O K A Y …

you claim to be from my city. While I reside in Sunny Southern California for the time being, my heart is still in New York. I’m from upper Manhattan a little neighborhood called Washington Heights. Where are you from?

by the way, I’m not a moderator here, but I think that they have a place to discuss religious stuff.


to love is to suffer

(nope. a mother isn’t suffering when she loves her new born.)

not to love is to suffer.

okay, maybe so.

love is happiness

depends who you ask.

loving means you love to suffer,

I think loving means I like to care about something other than myself.

Jesus,

well I’m still trying to figure this one out. I just saw the Passion of the Christ, and I have some question about that.

heh lol well I’m only talking of romantic love here. And a mother sure goes through a lot of pain just delivering her new born. Not to mention I know kids give their parents plenty to grieve about yet in that sorrow there is love.

I’m from queens. And I’m actualy Jewish too so I have no religious fondness over Christ or that movie which isn’t portrayed in a friendly or I’d argue accurate light towards jews. But Christ is the “mainstream” symbol for love. I mean most of Jesus’s preachings are of love and his love for the world, it’s intresting what the end of the supposed most loving person/god is here on earth.

So I maintain to love is to suffer and no where was I going with anything religious here I hope you don’t come away with that message I’m not preaching for jesus lol thats for sure.

The are times when i look upon my lover and question the absurdity of her existence with me.

how do you conclude that love is happiness again?

Thanks, Underground. Insightful post and largely true.