OWNERSHIP. TO HAVE. TO OWN.

A story is told of a man who was in love with a woman. He was also a sad man. He would not be with her long, not the way he had initially thought. Not the way she wanted. She was crying because she felt that she could be with him forever. And she wanted to be with him. Now.

The man, gave her a flower. And sadly smiled at her. “Sorrow is for the one who receives a flower, takes it as her own, places it in a vase of water and keeps it on her windowsill. At the beginning, she will look with happiness upon the flower,and for a while,be filled with joy and love for the man who wonders the gardens of the earth seeking such a thing that would reflect her beauty, her perfection, carry her fragrance,her delicate build. She will delight in the parallels,and be glad. Then she will have to watch the flower fade, and lose its color. She will watch it wither and lose its fragrance. She will watch it shed its petals. She will suffer too the grief of loss. she will shudder at the parallels...better then is the one who sits in a field of flowers while they bloom, and sits in the same garden in its autumn and winter. For the fragrance and the color is shed from the flowers and into the ground, absorbed by the soil, mixed in the rain and scattered in the wind. In this way, she will always have the flowers. ”

And so it is with love when we have it, and try to own it. And so it is.