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If love does not survive death then love apparently has no rhyme or reason to it. This means that we are left to spend our days wandering aimlessly in a world of irrational creatures who insist on writing poetry to describe their illusions or who compose songs which cannot but help grate on the already frayed nerves of an unbalanced listener who must inwardly mourn the 'almost had it' mirage given off by that dirty 4 letter word until death personally delivers the only Truth such a love-sick creature will ever have namely, the decaying embodiment of the prized mirage. Now if it weren't for Jesus Christ, love would scare me to death before my time but thanks be to His glorious triumph over the cold clay that carpets His fair earth I can love beyond the limits of time and space. For the faithful in Christ love does not end in death but like the human mouth which says a sometimes painful goodbye to baby teeth in order to make room for mature teeth it too will undergo a transition before it begins to glisten and shine just prior to sinking it's pearly whites into the mirage-less eternal banquet of sacrificial love.