It’s February again, when the mind turns to romance again. I was at Fado in DC– they got the ambiance right for evoking Ireland. I sat and Scythian tunes started playing in my head. Scythian is a local Irish band, I play them on my iPod on the way to work.
Can’t find the lyrics, but I did find a quote from this appropriate page: “‘Tell in what harbour my girl is confined?’ and say ‘Though she lives on Thessaly’s shore, or beyond the Scythian, she’ll be mine.’”
Which illustrates an idea I’ve been working on–love is about existence value. We want to be with someone, we want someone because they exist. Romance doesn’t need a clever rationalization.