This
morning I had to feed the Dog that lives with us. My wife usually
does it, but she is out of town. The only thing that stood in the way
of her getting to her food was me getting up. Still, she seemed happy
to get her ears rubbed before I got out of bed. I'm not saying it
would have lasted forever, but in that moment she seemed content to
stand by the bed while I was still in it.
She
got me thinking about the idea of Love being more important than
food. We've figured out a way to produce enough food to feed the
whole world (it seems that starvation is more a question of politics
than supply), but it doesn't seem like we've figured out how to Love
the whole world.
Well,
I did eventually feed the Dog, but I'm left wondering if she knows
something that I have lost track of.
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