Perhaps this is the right place for me to confess that my life proper began at the age of 61, when I already had two ex-wives, four children and three grandchildren who've recently reached adulthood.
Confess? Yes, on account of my endless foolish mistakes, for which I suffered more than those affected by my actionss. I don’t wish to go into details, feel no need for public catharsis. I shall only say that these things couldn’t be helped. I’ve written a lot about my childhood and published it too, but those were only the happy parts.
What I want to share here is a conviction that sex is of no value without true love. The world’s conversations have got in the groove of discussing relationships and sex as if their problems can be remedied by expert advice and comparing notes. I don’t mean this site, I’ve only just joined.
I’m proposing, by way of a discussion topic, that true love can be clearly defined. What do you think?
I've attached a manifesto from the seventeenth century, which suggests that it's unaffected by the depredations of time, unconditional. My wife and I are not far from "the edge of doom", as Shakespeare puts it, but sexual desire, however physically & spiritually expressed, remains constant if not greater. Especially now that the duties of work & offspring no longer get in the way.
And how is true love found, in the first place? Luck, a deep longing in the heart, dating sites? Dunno. (For us it was all three.)
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