It has always seemed intuitive to me that love is a generative process--fundamentally it is a creative force. Love can become toxic and destructive, but only through contamination with negative emotions--jealousy, envy, insecurity. Love in its purest forms builds on itself endlessly, growing and spreading to tinge all aspects of our lives. Love is not to be hoarded, nor to be given, but rather is to be nurtured and allowed to flourish.
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