Chapter 86 - That Day When the Uncaring Rain Was Lamenting

Such a nebulous notion, that what Love was to some who were in despair seeking for its amorphous embrace… it was shapeless and a word unattached to anything real or sensible, that was all; for those some however, it was a means by which their being—their self and lively world—were irrevocably affected once they were 'touched by Love'; hence those some had sought to ponder and so wish for it, yet the other… might have preferred to leave it in the realm of the ineffable… bothering not to come to terms with its seemingly nebulous notion, and giving it not a thought of how it came to be. And how come it came not to be when there were already countless angst that Life had been given to them? They said Life could not be a thing without Love, for it was a reason how Life came to be regardless of anything to which they were bounded,