Dear Valentine of Terni, I know you had a really bad time in Rome and even became a saint, but, understand, they're using you as a false god...
That's why I wrote this. What can I say? It looks a lot like Lupercalia. Your image is sold as pre-packaged love. It's rather sad...
Anyway, I'm sorry for the harsh comments - I know you won't take it personally. You were a man of God.
Also, I kind of tried to explain love through the Almighty, but was that a bad idea...
I live in troubled times where everything, including language, is fluid.
Our surroundings are harsh and cold; even the warmest and most joyful words can be read as distasteful or aggressive.
Nominalists keep destroying beatific love and we, as good Continental men, take its toll.
You know how difficult it can be, but we all know the right path, wherever that might be. Augustine had it better: