Loch Ness
The love I’m in search of isn’t about an idea. It’s a real thing composed of very organic things that complete a unique and substantially different thing than the sum of its parts. Fused together it comprises a solid state that is unique from the elements that make it up, while still remaining part of those individual characteristics. You don’t lose them, it instead is a third thing dependent on them to grow and maintain it’s life. Without them, it’s nothing and with them it’s everything. It starts as an idea, to be sure, but it doesn’t end that way because it departs into the wild a very different creature than it is in the lab and if developed right it can live on well past it’s own life perpetuating a beauty that exists in some form or another forever. Like most mythical creatures, some will have claimed to see it at some point or another in their lifetimes, but it will only reveal itself to far fewer who won’t feel the need to speak of their great discovery, but rather to demonstrate the change in the remainder of the compositions that make up their lives.
