I just finished reading the first volume of Heathen City, and I have to say, it got me thinking. Sure, the story was amazingly written, the sex scenes were hot as hell, but there's far more to it than the generic furry comic.

It has me thinking about my experiences. It has me reflecting upon myself as who I am, and the kind of person i'm growing to be. There's so much to it that goes far beyond the careless trivialities of "love" and "sex" and sappy "romance".

Love is such a fickle thing. Never can it be quite pinned down, kept to a place and enslaved. Ever does it move, ever does it change. Perhaps that is what makes love so difficult to understand. That whence it comes to a point where we think it has finally halted its progression and we are so close to finally seeing it for all that it is, off it goes, bounding off in a completely irrelevant and unexpected direction, effectively drawing all our conclusions back to square one. So the search begins again, and blindly we take one step after another along this new and foreboding path, no recollection of the closeness to comprehension we had nearly achieved. Ignorance is bliss.

What is love? Heh...better to ask, what is love NOT? Is it the warm and tender care and joy adorned in the closeness of one's seemingly unrestricted bond to another? Or perhaps the sheer ecstasy of pleasure within the intimacy of sex with one's partner? Or perhaps it may just be the deep and unforgiving spite one holds for another? Love is nothing, and everything.

Love is such a fickle thing...