Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Thoughts on a subway train..

A face even a mother could love.

Even a mother. Because mothers (capital 'M', in my opinion)love their own even if no one else does. You can bank on the love of a Mother. Once again, language serves as an aid in pointing out the 'poverties and perks' of the human condition. C.S. Lewis sparked this up-and-coming thought in his book "The Four Loves", which I wholeheartedly recommend (and fall just short of paying) for you to read.

If we obliterate the most certain of loves; that is, unconditional love; the love upon which one can always count, then one can count on a complete societal collapse: a crisis of love.

To sever the love of a mother, to disrupt or to unnaturally dissolve it is to wreak havoc upon human love as a whole. If we cannot love those whom nature has set up that we love by default, how can we even think about loving those whom we have never met, or even our friends, for that matter.


and of course:

“If we accept that a mother can kill even her own child, how can we tell other people to not kill each other? Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love, but to use any violence to get what they want.” -Mother Teresa