To build a better world we need to understand basic human biology and the vital effects love has in building our brains and switching the expression of our genes. Love and a feeling of safety switches us into being a species capable of having a cooperative complex society that thrives instead of this mess we have.
I sigh, closing my leather journal and setting it (along with my pen) aside in my small, light cerulean blue satchel. The satchel has been my best friend ever since I first found it in the antique store five and a half years ago when mom and dad had given this to me as a kind of early birthday gift. It was the last thing both my parents had given to me before passing.
The leather used to be new, polished, smooth even. Now after five years of having this satchel it's finally starting to look timeworn, but it's that kind of oldish, worn out look makes it all the more appealing for me.
It was the blue of forget-me-nots, that bright and bold yet ever so delicate burst of optimism that such tiny flowers are. For me blue is a cheery colour, one of honesty and life - for it is the colour of our oceans and skies.
My love we should have been friends first, had time to discover the souls of one another without the rest of these strong emotions. Perhaps then we would have seen how our passions and purpose will always take us in opposite directions... unless one of us sacrifices who we really are... then what? How can there be a relationship if one of us became a shadow of our former self, or worse, a sort of annex of the other, or a fading echo struggling to find self worth? So, remembering the good times, cherishing our laughter and smiles, letting the quarrels fade to nothing, farewell, be strong, for I loved you.
All behaviour is communication, and screaming is perhaps the most desperate form, literally crying out for the loving nurture that will save their brains from pain. Only with love can we wire our brains right, for empathy, for logic, for self control. That's when we respond rather than react, are responsible rather than impulsive. That's when everything gets better and we all heal and find joy. And it call comes back to that moment when we choose how to respond to the scream of a precious child, that soul at sea, that brain in pain.
They had a sloppy gait as they approached slowly. Their jaws dislocated showing their torn tongues and blood stained teeth. They moaned as they smelt the blood in the air and ate those who fought pinned on the ground. Skin peeled away from their bones and organs, showing their black hearts. Although they did not beat, you could see that organs were torn, how their blood had turn in to a thick turbid brown and how their stomach slowly digested the flesh that was there own.
Janice lifted her glasses with the end of her pencil, seating them delicately upon her nose. "Philosophy, these days, is founded on the principle of love, but we use neurology and biology too, plus anthropology, some history and such. The old Greeks were wonderful, but we have access to so much more now and learning across subjects brings as a much more solid feeling of truth. The idea of love though, it taps into our intuitions, and there's so much intelligence there it's astounding. Perhaps love is the 'Philosopher's Stone' of our societies, not for an individual but for our Earth. It makes everything easier and now we have so many philosophy students. When we can say things in ways everyone can relate to we become this new and better society."
Its fiery wings glided softly past me, bring warmth into my body. It flew once, twice around me, finally stopping to rest on my shoulders. Its body is like blazing fire, burning brightly even through impenetrable darkness. A fire is the light in the dark, while the phoenix is the light of my world.
Gregory spread the avocado over the toast and sprinkled tomato on top as if it were cake decorations. There was a joy in how he did it, as if for a moment he was happily absorbed by a feeling of love that played in his subtle smile and soft gaze. Then he brought it over, his and mine, the breakfast that became a part of the rhythm of our lives together. For the first time ever I could see every day of my future and I wanted it, I wanted to stay and be apart of it more than anything I've ever wanted... for this new relationship to be something I sailed within until I am old.
The ground swerved into the narrow valley that was almost a gorge , it ran for around ten miles before sloping back up. From here we could see herds of cattle swarming through the narrow corridor of the valley and small shrubs growing on the sides. The forest had been the heart of this world but now we were in the soul. This was our freedom.
On the nights when he was with her; when she would stay awake waiting for the inevitable. Just waiting for his terrified eyes to meet hers, waiting for him to mutter about guns and friends departed. She would trace the faint white lines lining his back - new stories that she would never gather the courage to ask of. He always looked so confident in his uniform, but when the clothes come off she would see the damage that lay in their wake.
Alexander sat upon the cool metal bench, his trousers soaking up the damp morning dew, as he overlooked the sea. Darkness had not long surrendered to the light, yet he could see the thick grey clouds that were cast over the sky. The sea was tainted; no longer an abyss of black, nor did it appear blue. Instead it looked a metallic grey, glistening as the occasional spear of light pierced through the clouds and danced over the surface.