Loud*.

Today I am reminded of an old classmate's work, titled Loud*: I was in a restaurant with a sudden influx of old married people.

It is a creative assignment of graphic design, exploring whether saying something louder in a relationship means that you love more.

The surprising (or not) answer was, yes it does mean that you love more, because love, when unexpressed, is not love. That's like Mary-Jane being loved by Spiderman but never being rescued by him - she dies as a result (because somehow she just sometimes happens to be where shit happens). Where's the love in that?

I can easily imagine the unfortunate girl being Spidey-stalked.

Love often meant protection and sacrifices - in other words, expression. And expressed in a way that is understood/appreciated.

...love is nothing if not expressed. Then it is withheld.


For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son.