What does this mean?

engstrom0304 · 29 Apr 2011 at 18:42

Well... I need to work out what this means...

Autumn is a metaphor for love.
With passion, every part of life bursts aflame with color and light and energy and presence. Autumn is the season of dusk and twilight, just as the throes of love exist in that half-awake, half-dreaming state of magic when the rest of the world gets its volume turned way down. And when at last love smolders down and dies, its passage ushers in a season of wintry cold and gloom. And yet given the power to avoid the winter and dwell forever in Summer, life would be deprived of some of its beauty and joy: therefore we choose to open our hearts to our lovers, even knowing that it might hurt.

Any ideas what its on about?

Disco Boy · 29 Apr 2011 at 18:46

Love'n'stuff

Mr^B · 29 Apr 2011 at 18:48

Have you tried reading it?

Rich_L · 29 Apr 2011 at 18:50

Autumn is a metaphor for love. Everything dies, it gets dark and the weather turns crap.

/emo

Swifty55 · 29 Apr 2011 at 18:52

It means you should end your life right now!

engstrom0304 · 29 Apr 2011 at 18:54

Nobody is taking this seriously!! Grrr... oh well... thanks for your help anyway.. oh no wait

semi-pro waster · 29 Apr 2011 at 18:54

Autumn seems like a pretty rubbish metaphor for love - wouldn't spring be a better option? It can either burst into life as with new buds or die on the branch, while with autumn it's always heading into decay. Maybe it depends on how much of an optimist/pessimist you are?

bitslice · 29 Apr 2011 at 19:17

engstrom0304 said:
Well... I need to work out what this means...

Autumn is a metaphor for love.
With passion, every part of life bursts aflame with color and light and energy and presence. Autumn is the season of dusk and twilight, just as the throes of love exist in that half-awake, half-dreaming state of magic when the rest of the world gets its volume turned way down. And when at last love smolders down and dies, its passage ushers in a season of wintry cold and gloom. And yet given the power to avoid the winter and dwell forever in Summer, life would be deprived of some of its beauty and joy: therefore we choose to open our hearts to our lovers, even knowing that it might hurt.

Any ideas what its on about?

Love is a colourful vibrant thing, like the sudden appearance of red trees.
It's also that contented state of languor, like falling leaves and the muteness of forests.
Love ends like the coming of winter, but we wouldn't appreciate the fire of love unless we had to endure the cold of being without it. So we choose to love freely knowing that we risk an uncertain future and possible pain, because then that's love at it's rawest.

Also a great thing to say to a girl, pretend it just occurred to you

engstrom0304 · 29 Apr 2011 at 19:28

bitslice said:
Love is a colourful vibrant thing, like the sudden appearance of red trees.
It's also that contented state of languor, like falling leaves and the muteness of forests.
Love ends like the coming of winter, but we wouldn't appreciate the fire of love unless we had to endure the cold of being without it. So we choose to love freely knowing that we risk an uncertain future and possible pain, because then that's love at it's rawest.

Also a great thing to say to a girl, pretend it just occurred to you

I think i see what you mean yer... thanks