There is a special love – the love one dreams of having... a desire for limitless expression of love – a love that embraces your all… but the thrifty heart can never be happy in love mush less, the miser – addicted to sums: meticulously keeping records – foolishly tallying that which, according to divine length and width, ethereal standards of weights is ordained immeasurable…. No – love, though often a puzzle as to origin, can never be appropriately defined by its pieces nor understood by fragments no matter how captivating – as those of a fine tapestry, or swirling mosaics… for if there are borders, so restricted is the timeless nature of love… Though love begins with embers of cooling stars... the Resurrection, a result of its comforting warmth, leads to the soaring rebirth of a new and even brighter generation....