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Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart; the center cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. . . . . . . . . . . . . From Yeats' "The Second Coming"

This is a clip from The Science of Love ... which was extremely illuminating. Love, love me do Scanning the brains of people in love is also helping to refine science's grasp of love's various forms. Helen Fisher, a researcher at Rutgers University, and the author of a new book on love, suggests it comes in three flavours: lust, romantic love and long-term attachment. There is some overlap but, in essence, these are separate phenomena, with their own emotional and motivational systems, and accompanying chemicals. These systems have evolved to enable, respectively, mating, pair-bonding and parenting. Lust, of course, involves a craving for sex. Jim Pfaus, a psychologist at Concordia University, in Montreal, says the aftermath of lustful sex is similar to the state induced by taking opiates. A heady mix of chemical changes occurs, including increases in the levels of serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin and endogenous opioids (the body's natural equivalent of heroin). “This m

I'm feeling much better. :-) I have a secret to tell From my electrical well It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells So, the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e My stories infinite Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend

I've kinda lost one of my best friends in the whole world. Whenever I start thinking about it, I just want to cry. I miss him everyday. I just don't know if we were supposed together. I felt like I was lying to him. Something wasn't right. I think I was being a pretty horrible girlfriend anyway. So, every time I hear this song I get sad. I will always miss this man who was my best friend and my life. Life will go on. I'll move on. There will be new friends and new lives. But, I will never get over the loss of a friend so dear. I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You Colin Hay I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What is closer to the truth That if I lived till I was 102 I just don't think I'll ever get over you I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey 'Cause I shook the hand