Stephenson Family Ties The Barn Burnt Down
And Now I See The Moon

Day 2

The power of love is a curious thing 
Make  one man weep, make another man sing 
Change a hawk to a little white dove 
More than a feeling that's the power of love 
You don't need money, don't take fame 
Don't need no credit card to ride this train 
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes 
But it might just save your life 
That's the power of love 

*Now another Hollywood model.
Wouldnt it be fabulous (if you are a girl) to be a vision of beauty, a symbol for all the world, a lush embodiment of female allure?  The question brings up, or maybe it is down, the blonde that gentleman were supposed to prefer.
Much has been said of the causes of her suicide, her desperate reach for the lethal overdose.  Her ex-husbands are silent.  Mr.____ says she was drowned in a wave of erotic illusion, or perhaps disillusion.  Mrs. ____ says the American public killed her.  All agree she was not the girl who had everything.  But what would a spiritual post-mortem show?  Not, perhaps, that no one loved her but that she, like so many of us, lacked the power of love;  that she was still-born in an atmosphere that neither her conscious mind nor her  spirit-self ever really breathed?  Anyway, MM is something to ponder.  Her sleeping pills awaken us to the futility of the fiction that when you get right down to it love is just animated glands.

*Truman Madsen- Four Essays on Love

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