Hi

Being infatuated with someone is the most exquisitively painful experience life can offer, yet strangely ecstatic at the same time. Been there, done that. Sadly, either it doesn't go anywhere and eventually the feeling passes... or else it does go somewhere, but then that transcendent ecstasy gets lost in the humdrum of everyday life, and a once profound love gets reduced to arguing about how much noise is coming from the television... Sic transit gloria mundi, yet what glory is greater than this? Sorry, I must stop I now...

O ye minstrels, lament loud the profound love whose delicate soul succumbed to a dispute over decibels, and bemoan bitterly the dissipation of transcendent ecstasy in the humdrum of everyday life.

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That was a joke right?

If you did not detect even a hint of sarcasm in the text, the wikilinks might give some clue.

I saw the sarcasm and the links. I still think you can't be serious. If love isn't profound, what does 'profound' mean exactly?

I was taking a shot at the notion that something of such profundity could be uprooted so easily; the alternative suggestion being that the mere illusion of profundity was present in that case.

O ListenerX, stop being so Apollonian why dontcha? If you were a Dionysian like me, you'd understand what I mean...