About the subject of love. You know? People have it all wrong. It isnt about What one can bring you, or do for you. Love isnt about being even or keepingscore. Its not even about respecteven respect; carries with it limitations. It is allabout inner strength. The inner strength to lose all pride and egoand allow yourself to be completely, totally, and utterlyvulnerable. To allow the rippingapart, the bleeding, the complete shedding of ones skinso that you are availableto submit to your partner. Submittingits not a weakness. It is the ultimate in strength. When one submits, they are saying; I am imperfect, you are imperfect. Your imperfection is beautiful to me and I choose to only love you. There is no greaterstrength. It is the ultimate in respect, reverence, adoration. There is no greater gift.