God, Pt. 3

A rock cannot love the mineral that make it, Just as the sea cannot love the plankton that Filter it. But a mother penguin can love her Chick, love it enough to get between it and A hungry seal. And if that is not love, Then I do not know what love is. You see, every species is made in its own Image, an image of love, from generations of sexual Preferences that have molded each species into that Which they always wanted to be. For the bee does not wish to be the Cow, nor the cow a bee. No, the bee wishes to be a bee, Because it loves the bee, so therefore it is A bee. What came first, the bee or the Bee's love of a bee? A paradox if ever There was one. But why does God make us Love? I do argue life would be so much Easier, so much more convenient without it. Less pain, less suffering, less heartbreak. But just as in life, God did not choose To love man, he just did love man. Not one man, nor a group of man. All man. You, me, us, them. Oh, to think that this is all just somehow Chance. Preposterous, absurd, outrageous, Delusional. For even God can't resist the allures of love. For alas, he did not will love into existence. No, he felt it. First for the Jews, then for all. And this love, it pains him. And there is only one remedy for it. The remedy of man's love. And he needs it. This love, to ease his Pain, his aches, from his love of man. For to love is to give up control, and Proclaim, love me or destroy me, Just please do not leave me. And who would choose that? And yet, we do. We love, as we must. For without love, life unravels. And yet here we are, still existing, As love yet endures.