Madness.

{Great Lake Swimmers - Various Stages}

I have seen you in various stages of undress.
I have seen you through various states of madness.
I have seen your refractions and I did not recognize you.
I have seen you in various states of madness.

How high your highest of heights...How low are your lows...
How high your highest of heights...How low are your lows...

I am sorry I had nothing left for you.
My mind was willing and my spirit was strong.
My lips were tired and tightened from singing along.
My eyelids are heavy as anchors thrown over.

How high your highest of heights...How low are your lows...
How high your highest of heights...How low are your lows...

I have seen you in the eyes of a hundred thousand other stranger faces.
I have seen you in unlikely and unfamiliar places.
I have seen you be reckless in matters of love.
I have seen by degrees the boiling point come and go.

How high your highest of heights...How low are your lows...
How high your highest of heights...How low are your lows...
What lies at the end of this long and dark and twisted road?
How high your highest of heights...How low are your lows...

I have seen you in various stages of undress.
I have seen you through various states of madness.

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I see more than one love-relationship I've been in when searching the lyrics of this song. Funny how something so unique as two people coming together can result in experiences shared by many others...sometimes by people you've never met (but that are going through, or have walked, the same path).

As I was listening to this song tonight, I thought about the love of God towards me, towards humanity. And, I wondered --

Is there not a madness in the way God loves us?

This is not to pass judgment. Not to condemn God's love using my own definitions. But -- it seems to me like there is an amazing recklessness there. Highs and lows. Emptiness. Vulnerability. Confusion. Mystery.

And yet, in all of this, shaping a song as a testament to the experience of love. Of this madness, this recklessness, comes a song. Music instead of silence. Creativity. Beauty.

Reciprocity. Reflection.

And so, we see ourselves tangled in the web of love. We cannot escape it -- whether it is our own or another's.