Romanticism is the mother of kitsch and that there are moments when the child becomes so like its mother that one cannot differentiate between them
I was never in an episode of I LOVE LUCY!
When we weren't scratching each other's eyes out, we were making each other laugh harder than anyone else could.
Anything that gets you to release the stress in your life and really laugh is worthwhile. It can heal the planet. It truly can, and it actually has.
I hope the poem, as it goes on, gets more complicated, a little more demanding, a little more ambiguous or speculative, so that we're drifting away from the casual beginning of the poem into something a little more serious.
It is quite possible even that the planet would no longer be able to sustain human life. Probably, the planet eventually would regenerate and produce some other life form. Consciousness would flow into some other life form and express itself through that, whatever that would be.
It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains. Even when the original author of some healthy and useful truth is forgotten, the truth survives, transplanted to works more calculated to purify it from error, and perpetuate it to our benefit.
If you truly love someone, you're going to be pure because true love comes from God, and God tells us to remain pure. That's good enough for me.