The greatest evolutionary riddle, where does love come from? The common assertion that it is the adaptation to ensure survival rings so clinical, like proving light with a light bulb. Now that I have grandchildren the matter is a paramount part of my life, a new love that physically places by heart in a vise of exquisite pain. Only one thing ever prepped me for the experience; my mom and mamaw use to each began to weep when they would talk about certain of their grand and great-grandsons. At the time I thought it peculiar like their emotions were unwarranted, strange because the individuals were generationally removed from them. Now I know it myself and the old axiom, blood is thicker than water really means it grows thicker over the years until it is often the steel in the vice of love and care, the tie that binds—love; as if we conjured it up ourselves. Even in 4.5 billion years, that cauldron is a hoax. God is good. All the time. God is good.
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