REQUIEM FOR EROS

Love in the most classical sense of the word. How can it not provoke images of a more innocent time where in, it forever sprang eternal and was more coveted than gold or Ivory. More sought after than any Empire because Love itself, had the power to create or destroyed Empires. Love could soothe the savage heart of man. It held sway over both man and God alike and what’s more, it connected them both to each other.

Love taught humanity the language of flowers to convey emotion and romantic sentiment between each other. Fidelity, loyalty and monogamy were note only expected it was vied for and prized above all else. Imagine if you will? To look in to someone’s eyes and see your forever with that person? Someone that you love even before you actually know that person. Well…Those days are dust beneath dust and the memories of distant memories long forgotten.

Love has become a still passionate but more practical and convenient buinsess arrangement between to souls who are afraid to be different and who were taught finanacial security is more stable than the love between two hearts. Perhaps they are correct. Perhaps Eros is dead. Nothing but a name to be spoken between the waking world and the world of dreams. Perhaps Love in the modern era is much more mobile and as such has a limited life span. Perhaps it’s because of the media and social conditioning, we are taught that the acquisition of possessions, the building of an empire, the amassing wealth and riches is more important than loving someone who for richer or poor. Perhaps that is why we value commodity over finding and giving your heart to the person that will love you and hold you forever and kiss you until the stars burn out and the sky itself falls upon a sea of dust that earth will inevitably become.

I weep for the death of Eros. Have we lived so long that we have witnessed the death of love and the devotion it naturally inspired within out hearts? I weep for Eros. For it is he that we will mourn when castles of gold and precious stone fall. For when the material worlds power over us wane’s we will look around and we can only pray that we will have someone there with whom to share our souls with when our wealth and riches mean nothing and no one will care.

Love in the most classical sense of the word. How can it not provoke images of a more innocent time where in, it forever sprang eternal and was more coveted than gold or Ivory. More sought after than any Empire because Love itself, had the power to create or destroyed Empires. Love could soothe the savage heart of man. It held sway over both man and God alike and what’s more, it connected them both to each other.