Maybe I would rather fabricate...and live in a dream.

How little I really know. About so many things. Including love. I am naive. Ignorant. But that is what makes love so nice. Just learning about it. Bit by bit. A little at a time. There are so many, many more who know far more than I. But I'm not sure that's a good thing. One can know too much. That's a danger. When the mystery disappears, it's quite possible that love evaporates. Like a mist. Into the air. Gone forever. Too easy to become disillusioned. By the facts. By reality. Maybe I would rather fabricate...and live in a dream. --Jim Broede