Within religious circles, God’s love is everywhere. God’s love is everything. God is love and love is God and I love myself some ice cream and more vague chatter. Simpletons are just that, simpletons. They do not like splitting hair. For them, there is either good or evil, or evil and good. Gradations, shades of grey between black and white, are nothing but trouble.
What is love? What is wrong with the use of the word to vaguely mean different things to different people all the time? Do we not understand what it means, anyway?
The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
The author of this blog, Tom Froehlich, is a graduate of the Unification Theological Seminary (Class of ’83) and is infatuated with musing about the phenomenon of lasting erotic love in human affairs.