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Among the more curious questions that can be asked about love is this,when one feels romantic love, does he feel it in breaks with interruptions or changes, or does he feel it continuously without interruption or change? Poetry and song seduce one into thinking love continues without interruption. “Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,” wrote Shakespeare in one of his famous sonnets, “love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.” he continued. And (Elizabeth Berra Browning) wrote of her constancy to her husband Robert, in such lines is this,"what I do and what I dream include he." Some of the greatest operas also praise the ever-lasting love by some heroes and heroines dying for it.
In reality, love probably goes on with breaks and interruptions. First, it is difficult to suppose that one can experience anything continuously. Sleep interrupts wakefulness, and sleep itself is interrupted by dreams and nightmares.The feeling one has for his lover during wakefulness may be (blooded out) or intensified by sleep, in either case, the feeling changes. When one is awake, he cannot fix his eyes or his attention constantly on a single object, he must blink if nothing else. More likely, he will look to something else for variety or (from neccessity). His mind may turn to the stock market, or he may become fascinated by the operation of a pile driver on his way to work. His focus for much of his day is on work, as he closes the door to his office, his thought may turn to his love, but sitting at his desk, his eyes fix on the print and figures there. Pain and pleasure, either one (can distract) a love from concentrating on his love. Pain cause everything to itself, one can forget one’s love for a period even over a (stubbed toe). The pleasure of too much food or drink can be totally absorbing. The pleasure, even of one’s lover, may become boring periodically. Often the greatest distraction is oneself.As times, the preoccupation with “self”,the worry over “self”, the development of “self”, the delight in “self” admit no other thought. Lovely as love might be, one can neither live nor love continuously. At best, a lover can only echo the words of the poet, (Ernest Dpwson), and say “I have been faithful to the in-mind fashion.”
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