A Bit About Love
By James RobinsonWhat a masquerade I have
seen in honor of this thing "they" call love. Men- their love consists
of a pleasant veneer and amatory acquiescence. When a man's carnality
and ambition, twain, become one force; all is right and there is no wrong.
Should this twain force be thwarted, malevolent and virulent mechanism
will conspire to satiate his vengeance. Such is the frailty in men.
Is there truly a thin line between love and hate - or is this the entirety
of "their" love? I do not know this love but, I have seen the men
that wear the badge of this love.These men marvel in the joy
of playing on the innocence of good women - young women. "Their"
love becomes a game of how many and how fast women can soothe their carnal
appetites. Such men string these assailable women along with lies
of myopic and ambigous ideas. These men are the scourge of womanhood.Oh what a masquerade I have
seen in honor of this thing "they" call love. Women - their love
is inconsistent, but consistently wavering and evolving. Too many
women are weak and vacillating creatures who allow themselves to keep changing
their procedure, and practice as good things, which they afterwards judge
to be evil.When a woman's love is inconvenienced
by seperation, carnality and wantonness divide her from herself.
She becomes complaisant and will divide her person and herself between
lovers. I have seen this frailty "they" call love. What is
more frequent, and more revolting than the honest man is aware of, is the
pride of an unfaithful woman who tramples all of her duties underfoot and
expects her man to be deeply grateful when she sees that she is not caught
in the act. This woman is given to chronic neglect of her first love
and will implement sophistries to minimize her guilt. I do not know
this "love," but I have seen the women who swear by it.I cannot say that I know
what love is. I can only acknowledge that love is grand in its simplicity,
and graceful in its responsibility. This is what makes love
so alien to those who are not themselves developed. I know that love
is not a game, nor ambition, nor carnality. It is not a procedure,
nor chronic neglect, nor an evolution of sophistry. While I recognize
that I do not know "love" by any words, I know love by its ease and durability.
While I do not know all the inadequecy of people, I do know that one must
have a certain maturity and development of spirit that is steadfast in
the responsibilty that love requires.
MR JAMES ROBINSON
J 25900 (2EB93)
SAN QUENTIN STATE PRISON
SAN QUENTIN CALIFORNIA
94974 USA
