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12/01/2003: "Last of All"

It's about love and the expression of love, which is service. When love is exclusive, and that's a good thing, you serve one another, and the ideal is that the service be mutual, reciprocal, and roughly proportional. This is great, this is wonderful, but it's a little like you're living in a stockade, and whoever's inside is going to count a little more than whoever's outside. Now the single person, without the encumbrance of exclusive love, is free to be the lover of all and the servant of all. There's no expectation of reciprocity, or mutuality, or proportionality; you're free to give fully without the expectation of getting anything in return, without imposing a duty on anyone, and without getting angry or heartbroken over not getting what you think you deserve. With love, after all, the only way you have it is by giving it away, and when you're outside the stockade you can sow it as recklessly and prodigiously as you please.