They asked the man who fell to Earth: what do your people make of love?
He replied:
“I’ve seen empires disintegrated in the flash of a solar flare and crumbling suns swallow themselves into black nothingness: nowhere have I seen a force that matches love. Love is polymorphous like the forest yet pervasive like mist. It suffers no boundary of language, species, time, distance. It may not be stamped out, it slips through the cracks and becomes sacrifice, longing, grief, hate. Given an eternity, love will always return.”
They asked him: will we know it when we see it?
“You will see it when you know it: love is in the space between reflection and perception. It is story and faith, and its own justice.”
the Budafoki amended 