The Equation of Love
August 1st 1997, William S. Burroughs, a tired, elderly recluse,
whose arm had seen a thousand needles,
and whose hand had accidentally taken the life of his wife, Joan, in Mexico city,
sought to solve the equation of love.
The scribbles in his notebook composed his final journal entry
August 1st 1997,
Love? What is it?
Most natural pain
Killer what there is.
LOVE
Love - a natural pain killer - the cure for suffering
The answer - as far as he was concerned.
The next day - he would die.
He died having accepted love - but his approach was flawed
It wasn't his answer that was wrong, but the question.
Not what is love
But which love is
True love?
Love of self?
Love of others?
Love of God?
Love of country?
Platonic love?
Unrequited love?
Or what the Buddhists suggest
No love.
Where excess good can be as damaging as excess bad.
And that balance is key.
poem by C.S. Smith
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