MEMORY OF LOVE

“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.” - Mignon McLaughlin

Magpie Tales has provided the beautiful image again this week.  Looking at Venus in the sky, I had to sit on this one for a while as a host of ideas assailed me – too many in fact – and I wrote a poem yesterday, which I immediately trashed. Today, a haiku seemed to satisfy both the message of the image as well as me.

Memory

Forgotten number

Of your telephone: That which

I once rang by heart.

As it is also Thesaurus Thursday today, let me give you the definition of “Love” from “The Devil’s Dictionary” by Ambrose Bierce (1911), the eText of which is available on line here

LOVE, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.