Billions of dollars (literally) spent on mawkish accounts of narcissistic rooted forms of love (thanks, Kierkegaard), while a guy named Valentine earned his ‘purple crown‘ trying to convert an emperor. That saint was nuts. I mean, who tries to convert an emperor? It’s insane.
More insane than purchasing crap goods because our nation-state’s liturgy orders, disciplines, and directs our bodies to do so?
Tough call. Tough call.
Regardless, here’s a St. Valentine’s Day gift for both sides.
Now, buy your lover a book on martyrdom.
(See, I’m owned by the same powers-that-be . . .)