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There is something so special, so unique, so wonderful about seeing happy boys. When I see boys who love each other happy at play, I feel that this is how the world should be. Conversely when I see a boy who is sick or sad or badly treated, I feel overcome by sadness. Yes I am very emotional but the love felt by BL's is an intense, powerful and overbearing love. I have the highest respect for people of all religions but I cannot understand how they can walk through children's hospitals and then maintain there is a loving and merciful God. I apologise to xdsaz for bringing this up here and I hope he doesn't mind. What can be more beautiful than happy boys playing together and what can be more depressing than innocent children suffering so badly? |