No, it is not a feeling, it is so much more.
It is a choice, a sacrifice, a gift.
It is powerful and unrelenting, irresistible and penetrating.
It is humbling to the proud, and uplifting to the fallen.
It brings both joy and sorrow.
It brings vitality, hope, recess.
It brings out the best and the worst.
The feelings that it creates are strong.

No, it is not a feeling, it is so much more.
It causes unity and division, jealousy and security.
It causes war and brings peace.
It causes worship and disdain.
It reaches the fool and the sage.
It reaches out and pulls in, it lets go and holds on.
It reaches, because that is it's purpose.
And the feelings that it creates are strong.

No, it is not a feeling, it is so much more.
It can wound the careless, cripple the weak.
It can warm the heartless and embolden the meek.
It can pacify the vengeful, and heal with a touch.
It exists where there is nothing, and thrives where there is much.
It exists beyond circumstance, moves mountains, stops time.
It exists to bring change, not a feeling.
But the feelings that it creates are strong.

No, it is not a feeling, it is much, much more.
It is not physical, it is spiritual.
It is not demanded, it is accepted.
It is not deserved, nor is it earned.
It must be respected, for it finds fulfillment in selflessness.
It must be brave, patient, understanding.
It must be shared lest it wither and die.
Because the feelings that it creates are strong.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Tenebrae, in the year 476 AD.