Love is evolutionary. Love is a Promethean flame, divine in origin. Love is the awakener.
Love, love, love,
Ineffable and divine–
Love, love, love,
Dionysian wine —
I can tell you the origins of love–
The gods– all of them, I tell you– were especially rowdy up on Olympus, that fateful day. Remember, though, that a day for them is approximately 7 eons for us — that isn’t exact, mind you, but it’s close!–
Mars had decapitated Hephaestus! Of course, a single dollop of their nectar could make it regrow better than before — but there Mars was, brains and blood all over his hands, the face of Hephaestus as a mask– parading around, the laughing stock of the gods– Venus sat on her throne besides Juno– Juno, surprisingly, was delighted, though Venus couldn’t be bothered, rolling her eyes at the folly of man, a pattern to be repeated throughout eternity, fractals down on Earth–
Suddenly, because Mars could not see where he was going, he bumped into the ambrosia and nectar sat atop their table in two golden punch bowls — this table, to us, was like several mountains in size! — spilling vast quantities on the ground. To us, these punch bowls would have been somewhere around the combined volume of the great Pacific and Atlantic intermixed — to them, like half of a teardrop from the deep blue eyes of emotional Neptune —
I tell you this — the ambrosia and nectar puddled together, and while Mercury was tasked by Jupiter to clean it, done in the blink of an eye — Mercury, unbeknownst to all, saw a stray stream of the mixed divine nectar and ambrosia headed straight for Earth, trickling down the South face of Olympus. His curiosity, of course, got him wondering what would happen if dull, numb-skulled humanity were to receive these droplets from the gods —
Well, I’ll tell you, humanity received this heavenly downpour with varying reactions — some philosophers received with open minds, and called that liquid Sophia, or wisdom —
Some received with open souls, and poured it back outward, and called it music, some poured it into canvases and called it art,
Some received an extra large dose, and poured it to all of humanity — they formed what we call religions.
Most, however, received a single drop straight to the heart, and you can probably guess what they called it…
Love.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 