Love is to persist with a life of purpose

Romance, never a mere circumstance, must be at least a verb;

better though that it be a series of verbs–a pattern, a timeline, a habit: one’s persistent proclamation that life matters,

and that grief, however grievous,
stirs, in the romantic,
but greater resolve to live with purpose;
purpose which befits the manifest majesty of the world.

Love then always, despite (and as the grandest respite from) the slights, perils, and even tragedies of life.

-Adolf Hitler, in the year 1919, sent from the front lines of World War 1.

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