Loving is supreme being. I know that when you embrace someone, you are holding on to all that their body and persona contains -- to the very core of their existence: those ingrained feelings and indelible rememberamnces that they cannot deny, for they color and shape everything that issues forth from that person. And, as well, the prenatal histories that have formed that person born in that moment when you embrace. I want to know a woman who is open and honest without internal barriers, without boundaries, that our embracing reaches the ultimate depth beneath the clouds of body and persona to the true emotional identity which sustains us in life. When I delve into her or think of her, "... when I reach out my hand for her, she's always there...", with clarity, and I feel I have known her always. I cannot demand of her what I would not grant to her.

I am a calm, contemplative, meditative person, graduated from reading literature to watching films, dvds. I am interested in romances, for what is more exotic, removed from the reality of our common and consensual experiences than love? Romance, its essence defined not historically nor culturally as most other people define it, is an attempt to visualize and even reify a world in which one's self is sustained in Life, in a state of being attained by having abandoned violence in all its forms, in a world where it has been abjured and abandoned, never taught nor infused in language by any others as well. There is no other definition of Love: within the genre of romance we are lead upon the redemptive path obtaining to the affirmation of our own humanity (humanity not meaning the physical amalgom of people as the 'human race', but the state of being capable of loving and being loved among ourselves). In politics, culture, society, and family, the one freedom continually abridged, constrained and suppressed is the freedom to love.

I am also interested in studying the genre of films that are the antitheses to romance: horror, exceptional films which are cautionary by nature, dramatizing in allegorical themes the ways by which people actually have been seduced from being human. The essence of horror is the perversion of humanity so that it can be made to mean anything -- the ultimate horror being in the form of a person or people made a mediocrity. Whereas romance deals squarely with the exotic, horror deals with our sense of immediate realities. The world is defined by its horror, as well as by our striving to emerge from it, as if from a drowning pool -- our passions. Often I enjoy quoting a saying of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi: "...As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the World ... as in being able to remake ourselves... We must become the change we seek in the world..." Speaking for myself, my passion shall always be, by definition, to love somebody, and hopefully to be loved by somebody. Perhaps, I am speaking for you as well; I hope so.

I breathe in consonance with the resonant passions of female voices in song, and my blood flows in the meters and tempos of soul strummed acoustic stings. My interest in music is too unbounded to elaborate upon here. But briefly, I grew up on baroque and classical music, and expanded the breadth of my appreciation to everything including bossa nova, classic and pop latin, eastern and middle eastern music. I tend to move and think in rythms long imbued, and will until my last breath. At the moment, I am enamoured with the music of Lara Fabian and Natacha Atlas, whom you can hear at my MySpace site @ http://www.myspace.com/grobinson1. Especially, listen with your hearts to the song, "Adagio", by Lara Fabian. And if you can find it, she sings a song, "Quedate", which means 'Stay with Me', that is ecstasy to hear. You are invited to be my friends there, also.

As much as I am circumspective, I am deeply introspective and reflective. I feel an ecstasy born, as if I have been all at once to the very limits of a universe, and its center. An awareness that comes upon the long anticipated conclusion to a decades long meditation on the only things of any relevance to those concerned with the sustaining of life, life and living: the absolute and direct relation between love and life itself. There is nothing more to know that could possibly be of any value to any of us while we are here. But, undesirably at times that ecstasy is tempered by a pervading sense that I have not met another who has made such an affirmation. For even if one were married or in a relationship, it is more than possible still to bear in lonliness and an unbearable heaviness of being. In the hands of another I yearn to be received, and unfold -- the end of a prolonged gestation, marking the moment of my birth, and the profusing radiance of all the cosmic wisdom I have amassed in the womb. That is all I have to give that is of any value, my birth and all that it shall entail.

There is no need for me to attempt to give you lines or a clever, beguiling come-on. If you have even a sense of what you have read, or understand me, be my friend, and I'll be yours. It's easy to send a simple inviting message. To begin, just click!   Send me a message!

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Interests:  Classical Music, guitar, lute, reading, writing, movies, camping, hiking, running, bicycling, wood working, art, photography, people, life and living.