The Groove of Love

Who's love? Mine, of course. Everyone knows I am the most loving man ever to walk the Earth. I am second to none... except, perhaps, a few thousand people. Or maybe a few million. Or maybe... Well, nevertheless, its great to love, don't you think?

Before I begin my pointless, futile discourse into a topic no one is even remotely interested in, let me take a detour and lighten the mood with some fancy breakfast. Yes, this morning, I met my soul-mate. We clicked off right away. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, and we each saw in the other something similar. What is it, you ask? Why, what else could it be, but the groove of love?

Yes, it was a day that appeared no different from any other. I was on my peaceful way to buy some breakfast when I stopped in front of the roti-prata stall. Oh, what a sight. Oh the heavens. GONE! Gone were the old tenants, an indian lady who smiled often and worked slowly. Instead, who do I see? I see... an indian man! Well, two, actually. But one was the person doing the cooking, the other greeted customers. And what a way he greeted. Every syllable was timed perfectly. Timed to what?

To the groove of love.

Oh yes, I knew then, I met my soul-mate. A man able to love as much as I, a man who understands that love, and the groove of love, is what makes the world go round, and bedamned to money. You could see it in the sparkle of his eyes, a jubilant, bold-as-brass, scintillant glint that seemed to shine like a jewel from the heavens. You could feel it in the way his thick mustache quivered with excitement from the first customer of the day. Immediately my surroundings, hell, my whole life became brighter. I could finally find it in myself to hope once again.

When my order came at last, and I left the coffee-shop, I'd begun to feel as though nothing could stand in my way. I was the Lord of the Rings, the Chosen One, the Prophesized Twin (god knows where my other twin is), the Divine Dreamer, the Leader of Men, the General of Victories, the Baron of Beer, the King of Kopi, the Slayer of Souls, the Pruissant Prince, the Knightly Knight, the Butcher of Bears...

Gods, I felt so good I started to groove to the love too.

So, as I walked home, bobbing my head to the non-existent groove that the indian man had grooved for me, I began to wonder...

And so we have come, after that light-hearted detour, to the crux of the matter: the Groove of Love.

I wondered one word: why? Why couldn't people learn to be like that indian man? Why couldn't they serve with a smile? I've been in the service line for around a decade now (I'm not kidding. I HAVE been in service CCAs for the past ten years.) and I know exactly how much a difference it makes when you're black-faced and when you're smiling your teeth off. People feel it is easier to approach you when you smile, nervousness is banished, contact and relationship is made. Why, if you smile hard enough, whoever comes to bother you might even finish his business as fast as possible just to get away from you.

Isn't that spiffy? On the other hand, people tend to stay around black-faced service assistants, prodding and provoking so much that you'd like to explode and take the whole damned earth with you. If you give off the "I hate you" vibes, people will seem to find a reason to come to you and give off the same vibes around you. Worse still, those vibes they give off often come with a stench worse than your own. You don't get any peace, you get prolonged torture, and even worse, your pay might even be docked.

Given such a set of advantages versus disadvantages, I would have thought anyone would choose to be happy and bubbly. Look at all the good things that'll come your way. Peace and prosperity, and a wide circle of friends! As for those who adopt a scowl for a permanent facial expression, you might as well go straight to hell; it'll probably be more comfortable.

There are some idiots who argue that you can't be happy all the time. (I am one of them.) I disagree vehemently. Why the hell can't you be happy all the time? What's wrong with it? So what if you'd look like a break-out from the local nut-house? Why, crazy people have so much better a life than the normal people. Think about it. We have to work, eat, sleep and shit. What do they have to do? Drool and... well, drool. Everything else is taken care of. They just need to drool to be able to feel a sense of accomplishment. Isn't that great?

Yes, why limit the groove of love to the service sector? Why not share the love? Why, everyone should groove to the groove of love. Imagine. Just imagine. It is the A-level examinations. Everyone's nervous and tense in the hall. Shaking in their boots, so to speak. How do you think they will do? They'll be so nervous they'll faint halfway through the exam. Now, imagine it is the A-levels, but with one marked difference. Everyone is groovin' to the groove of love. Everyone's bobbing their heads to a non-existent tune going round and round. Can you imagine, over 500 students, united in their uniforms, and sitting in the hall, bobbing their heads to the groove of love?

The atmosphere would be so different. A sea of black (and some brown, or yellow, or purple, or rainbow-coloured) haired students bobbing in unity to the groove of love. Oh dammit, that will be so uplifting. No exam can stand in our way! Not even the monstrous Bahamut Zero, or the mathematics question, or the Napoleon history, or whatever the hell people take for exams these days. Everyone'll get a perfect score!

Can you imagine a company doing the same? People walking on orchard road, past office buildings, will probably be able to feel the groove emanating from the buildings. Profits will soar, shareholders will never lose confidence, the entire freaking world will gain in economic prosperity.

We could beam the groove of love in an interstellar effort to contact otherworldly species. Why resort to charting the unchartable oceans of space? Why, the groove of love will draw to us aliens like iron fillings flocking to magnets. And man, they'll come bobbing to the groove of love of course. Imagine the sight: an endless horizon of alien spaceships, bobbing in unity in the emptiness of space, now not so empty anymore because it is filled with the groove of love.

Can you see my dream? Can you see my vision? The vision of all the life that ever lived bonded together in the groove of love, a network of love and brotherhood, (and sisterhood, of course. I'm not sexist.) lines tracing across the arc of space to connect far-flung civilizations to the progress of all. A grand plan that, unfortunately, will never see fruition, because there are people out there who would, indeed, destroy what we work towards. They would scowl and frown their way through our defenses, and steal our riches to be consumed.

It is sad, that the groove of love, which originated from humans is doomed to be masked under and swallowed by the avarice of humans themselves. It is a pity, that the one tool to unite the entire Universe into the one true Utopia will be undone by the sorrow-seeking nature of humans. Oh! I cannot bear to continue, the cruel paradox, that the saviors of the Universe, the mighty humans, are also the ones who would drive it to its doom, the despised humans.

For now, even though I know my dream will never come true, I shall groove to the groove of love, and hope, even though I know it is futile, that human beings will come to their senses and acknowledge the power of the groove of love....

Looking to the future~
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