So willtobe1;Are you saying what that Soprano writer himself Shakespeare would have said that "All's Fair In Love And War!"
I think Dar is saying something different here. That time and love set a knowing in motion that can finish sentences and give you peace and comfort. That can still be as hot and juicy as any tabloid tale of Pamela A and Kid Rock (just without gloves and body punches)
bk
Well after the jaunt at the gym shook my brain I realized that All's fair in love and war is a parable.
My great grandmothers favorite was. If you fly too high be sure you know where the cow pies are when you land ha.
bk
Happy Holiday! Way behind on reading here, but working on a loving relationship again ...... Rennie
S'true, BK...I tend to obfuscate myself when I wax rhapsodical here, betimes. I was far more succinct and honorably to the point in the first of my two posts, just above.
No, I don't think I was seeing an "all's fair" inviting of epicurianism, a decent into chaos, or even necessarily a good old fashion 27-position all-around-the-room free-for-all (aAndersonesque). I see the "X-factor" of Love more as one of the true anti-entropy agents, instead. I think I was taping more into the poem's struggle to find anything predictable or sure in Love (accept the sense of completioning that was rather sanguinely assured in the final sentance).
I see the litte waves and patterns of happiness and otherwise as similar to the feeling you get while treading water in a deep lake in Spring: waves of warm and cool drift across you willi-nilly, extremes of temperature with every gradient of in-between. That there are patterns afoot is palpable, but putting oneself within the best (or warmest) patterns is a game of general proximity, only vaguely improvable at best, and who knows when the warmest patterns aren't just somebody else's piss-warm, after all? (A good definition of Religion, that: the active seeking-after of a proximity to the better patterns of existence.)
So, not so much "All's fair..." as (as so aptly sung in the recent Johnny Cash flick):
M: I've got lips
F: And I've got lips
T: Lets get together and use those lips
F: Lets go
T: Times a wastin
F: A cakes no good if you don't mix the batter and bake it
M: And loves just a bubble if you don't take the trouble to make it
Put Love together and let the X-factor roll...