Driving along a road in the western United States, I looked up to discover a āflockā of hang gliders. As I enjoyed the vicarious sense of flight, I noticed that one of them was moving in a much straighter line. Finally I realized it was a jet, flying high above the gliders.
The gliders were beautiful, to be sure, but gradually they spiraled steadily to the ground. Gliders always do, inexorably drawn by the forces of gravity. But the jet continued on its way, probably for hundredsāperhaps thousandsāof miles.
Like gliders, Imitation Love gives us the sensation of flying. The sensation is real, but the effects always, always spiral to the ground. Real Love, on the other hand, has a much greater powerālike a jetāwhich continues despite the winds and rain that swirl and fall around it. And, properly maintained and fueled, Real Loveās power can move forward for a lifetime.