I’m participating in Six Sentence Sunday, a cool effort that invites authors to post six sentences from one of their works on Sunday morning. Six Sentence Sunday will then link the post on their site. It’s a slick concept, and I encourage everyone to check it out. This post is six sentences from my essay “The Secret of Love,” which is available in my book Bring Us The Head Of The Velveteen Rabbit.
Love just mystifies the hell out of me. I can certainly recognize it when it wanders by. But love’s like a really slick cell phone; I can see the cool stuff happening, but I don’t have the first idea how it works. I’m absolutely a falling in love kind of guy. But I’m also a falling off the ladder kind of guy, and I understand the inner workings of love no better than I understand the inner workings of gravity.
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Love how you compare love to a slick cell phone – it’s so true! Great six Bill!
Thanks very much, Frank. I’m glad I’m not the only one whose iPhone is smarter than me.
Excellent analogy. And yet so many of us spend so much time writing about the ruddy emotion. 🙂 If enough of us try one might get it right.
Infinite monkeys on infinite typewiters, eh? Possibly…
Brilliant six Bill, I really enjoyed reading them. Also love the cell reference 🙂
Thanks, Samantha. I just bought a cooler, more-mystifying-than-ever cell phone. It reminds me of when my wife and I wallpapered a bathroom together and didn’t kill each other. It added a new dimension to our love.