Some say love shouldn't be held on a pedestal. Mostly it's confusing, disastrous, hurtful. Beautiful, yes, so beautiful. But there are so many other beautiful things to live for, not just love. The stars, infinite and beyond human capacity. The world. Damn, the world is beautiful. Why not go, see, revel in the wonder? Art, not all, but some touches you in that part of your soul that you so desperately keep from all around you. The smallest, most hidden corner is drawn out, exposed. Faith, faith in God, faith in people. Just the hope that there is so much more than the here and now, the magnificence we can see is not pure coincidence. These may be a result of love. But I think it's a result of the passion human beings are born with. Love and these are the same thing. No more, no less.