Time for love

“My old ways are not working, so I need a loan to start a Dating / Love website...!”

The Day is back.

With its attendant hoopla.

Speaking of which - Media, you’re something else. You provide all the hype; yet simultaneously carry articles on how viruses increase drastically on this Day and, sipping from the same glass, romantic as it may be, could make you ill.

How party-pooper-ish is that?!

Not to mention playing right into the hands of carpers who, increasingly sanctimonious, gleefully add health to their ‘against-our-culture’ rhetoric.

So strange – acting like Love was something ‘They’ invented, especially when you recall some of our home-grown legends, our art, sculpture, literature, and music.

Whether you used a cloud as a messenger, or a lotus leaf; sent a telegram; telephoned the object of your affection (praying a parent won’t answer), or sent a slightly incandescent text msg using abbreviations and icons... it amounts to the same thing: there’s been a whole lot of lovin’ right here through the ages. Perhaps it’s the obvious, commercially-slanted celebration of Love that carpers find uncomfortable.

It’s all thanks to Time. Time clouds the past; Time creates present illusions of something new and dangerous, when it’s nothing but an old, old game, in contemporary costume.

Old Tempus is as wicked as he’s ‘fugit’.

And humanity falls for his tricks – each time.