Once again, Sunday is a day when love can flourish. What are Sundays for, but for the enjoyment of sweet love. Love is a strange thing: it can come upon us in the most unexpected situations, and then, when we are the most unprepared, we are overtaken by this strange and mysterious force. What do we do then? There is no simple path for such a journey, and on this journey, no two paths are the same. Love is powerful when it happens, terrifying, yes, but still wondrous.
Sundays are always a beautiful day for love, and there are the different kinds of Sunday love, and yet these kinds of love are all related. There is the love we express for God on Sundays, and then there is the love we can express with each other. The love between a man and women is the most blissful type; it is also the most dangerous. Still, it is a danger we must not flee or be afraid to experience. What is life without such experiences? It is usually a grey and bland and dull journey utterly devoid of true feeling. The spectrum of love, from the love of God to the love of two people is always in the end a kind of spiritual experience, and although the sexual pleasure of physical love is always divine, it is even more divine when we remember the deeper, more mystical nature of such love.
Spiritual and sexual love is a kind of bond that is a true reflection of the greater spiritual bonds that pervade the universe: mysterious, utterly beyond our feeble human comprehension, and yet known to us nevertheless. When our paths cross with someone special and we can share such a bond with them, this is a great gift from God. It is not a common thing, it is rare, so when it does happen, we should seize the moment before the moment is lost, and lost forever.
Such are the mysteries and cruelties and beauties of life and love.