We are in the gym/auditorium of a semi-large church. There’s a stage at one end, but I’m not on it. I walk back and forth on the basketball halfcourt in front of two pullout bleachers where fifty or sixty people are seated. I’m trying to antagonize them a bit, get them worked up, spark a reaction, but so far they’re damnably docile.
This line of dialog began when someone said they disagree with me about love being rooted in fear. Everyone disagrees with me about that, at least until they open their eyes and see it for themselves. Before that, they believe that love is the big kahuna, the grand prize, the whole shebang, the very meaning of life, and that anyone who doesn’t love love is just a big fat stupid-head.
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