Religion is just an attempt to explain love. Don’t we all have that in common?

Can’t forget the world’s 2nd oldest profession, the first being the artist. This is empathic love or friendship. “I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.” ― Hunter S. Thompson

So for some reason I’ve been thinking about love, so much so that I  made a series of posts about what love can mean. Cult or Religion (love between a husband and wife), Fact or Fiction (love of a child for their parent), Dead or Alive (Romance), Flit or Flitter (Young Love), War or Peace (Brotherly Love), Would I or Wouldn’t I (Lust), Horror or Thriller (Hate), I’m Your Huckleberry (Forbidden), R.I.P. James Gandolfini (Grief), Forecast: BAD mo0n RISiNG (Passion), Triumph of the Delta (family), here’s l0.king at u KID (love of a parent for their child), Nothing would make me happier. (Soulmates). And it just happened to coincide with a Supermoon. That can’t be conincidence.