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Love is a field with power and weight,
that I lack the capital to create. And yet every day I absorb love in quanta so huge that I have to wonder who'd want to give me such a gift, which I couldn't repay if I did nothing else for the rest of my days. Conventional notions of conservation don't hold for love; its destination is where it started - passed back and forth like a magic joint, it increases in worth at every toke, and makes us higher the longer we warm ourselves by its fire. And as the strength of this field expands, extends as it's passed from hand to hand, it enfolds more dimensions, as String Theory may (if you believe anything String Theorists say) and creates our children, long-lived quanta of the Knot we're tied up in: the Knot of Love.
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