The Pain of Love:

A friend of mine once said that she spent 3 hours crying for the world and its people. Intensely bawling over the hurt that they felt, the psychological prisons they were bound in, and the helpless, poor who are passed over destitute and broken.
I say she felt their pain. Not in that sympathetic "aah let me give you a hug," sort of fashion, but deep heartfelt pain brought on by such an enormous love that very few of us can comprehend it.

I want love like this. On rare occaisions I find it. Not by trying of course, but from out of nowhere, like a poor bunny beneath a lawnmower, it strikes me. It did yesterday as I was looking through some pictures. I just looked at one in particular and the next minute I found myself in a heap on the floor bawling. Praying, not out of religious obligation, but genuinely pleading for another's spirit.

I think it has only happened 3 times (roughly). I imagine it is similar to what Jesus felt praying before his crucifixion (only there wasn't blood pouring down my forehead) and I had this feeling that I would turn heaven and hell upside down before I allowed any harm befall this spirit or that bastard of a serpent to take them.

I'm wondering now what it would be like to have a feeling like this for the world and all of it's inhabitants. Who would I be if I was consumed with such passion and love for all of man-kind? What would I do? I'm pretty sure I would wade through the fires of hell and take on Satan himself.

That is of course if that wasn't better left to more capable individuals.

Luv,
Clay