it's a post

i'd hoped to get a post up today, since i have nearly a dozen i want to publish, but that didn't happen.
so, as i've been getting ready for the start of the summer course tomorrow and thinking about why i was glad i wasn't home last week, i came across this on during one of my very rare times of actually looking at a person's facebook page.
as i'm not likely to post anything else in the next seven minutes of today, i thought i'd pass this along.

"to love at all is to be vulnerable. love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. the alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. the only place outside of heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell." ~c.s. lewis