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Monday, December 30, 2013

Artifice (Ingalls)

Love, he thought. We are taught to expect it. When it isn't there, we fall apart. But in nature there is no love, only need. There is play, pleasure, even dreams. But love, as most people understand it: a cherishing of the mind and soul of another being—that's an artificial emotion. Friendship is almost unknown in nature.

Rachel Ingalls, Binstead's Safari

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