Same Old Same Old

We could talk it to death, but it always comes down to the same thing. Why do we complicate it, run from it, fear it, make more (or less) of it? Beats me. In this culture we're often sent mixed messages about loving others. While we hear people who love others praised, it is looked on as suspect by many - "What does he/she want from me?" So frequently we are not allowed to love in the Greek sense of "friendship or brotherly love" or φιλία. Love is only spoken of and understood in the "eros" or sexual sense. But whatever the question, love is still the answer.