In a dream I had one night, I stood across from a man in an empty room, on a black floor, under a black ceiling, surrounded by black walls.
“Strip clubs shouldn’t exist,” I said to him.
“But men like that stuff,” he said.
“But that stuff causes people to lust,” I said. “And when you lust, you can’t love because when you lust, you take and take and take and when you love, you give and give and give.”
Then I woke up.
My gosh, what a dream.
May we live like love is a choice in a culture that calls it a feeling.
And in this world that tells us to take, may we give and give and give.