But . . . everything that I'm supposed to do and be is to honor Father. How -- how can there be this thing outside of that? *she frowns -- it's been a strange day and she's not one to have strange days*
I -- I don't know if I understand "love". *she's quiet a moment* He told me I had the ability to love, which was denied to him. But -- but I'm not sure that means. *gives her a curious look* I love Father, God our creator. The angel, though . . . I believe he's talking about other kinds of love. What other kinds of love are there?
Love comes in as many varieties as desire. We can love life, our parent, our children, our home, those who share our bed. Infinite are the ways of love.
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