These are not my words.. I just found them in a book that I read titled 'Hypnerotomachia' ... It's an Ok kinda book not a great read as such... The title sounded pretty enticing 'n unique.. There are certain lines that are good like the one that have put in here otherwise it seems like some documentary.... Anyways go ahead and check out how love operates..
Love's not supposed to be on your side. You fight with him, you try to undo what he does to others. But he's too powerful. No matter how much we suffer, our hardships cannot move him. In the geometry of love , everything is triangular. The tongue of desire is forked, kissing two but loving one. Love draws lines between us like an astronomer plotting a constellation from stars, joining points into patterns that have no basis in nature. The butt of every triangle becomes the heart of another until the roof of reality is a tessellation(A tessellation or tiling of the plane is a collection of plane figures that fills the plane with no overlaps and no gaps) of love affairs. Taken together, they have the pattern of netting and behind them is Love. Love is the only perfect fisherman, the one who casts the broadest net, which no fish can escape. His reward is to sit alone in the tavern of life, forever a boy among men, hoping someday to tell stories about the one that got away.
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