Hate to say it, but I believe it was Shakespeare who had really good way of describing Love, and apparently it's one of Shakespeare's best known sonnets. "Love's not Time's Fool." In other words through storm and tempest, rosy lips and the entire agenda, if Love goes away then it was never Love, almost. With Shakespeare it's always almost. There's more recent poet who has "Love's not Time's Fool" upon his gravestone. He died at a young age in 1988, he was genuine no holds barred nutcase, struggled with the problem of an erratic mind that failed him regularly in the social and happiness area, and words, some of them angry, were his solace. One of his lines was about Ned Ludd. "He turned to his work mates and said death to machines, they tread on our future and stamp out our dreams." Naturally popular with the Weekend Rebels.
Ned Ludd himself, was more of a phantom, his reputation as Leader of the
Luddites wholly exaggerated, but the movement against the new weaving machines
was real, and it involved acts of sabotage in a desperate attempt by men to save
their work from the Stocking Frames, which were the first in a series of devices
that mechanized the Textile Industry. Simpler times of course, generations
before the dishwasher, refrigerator and the list of how to rid industry of
craftsmen is long, often painful. Not sure they can be called New Luddites, but
I'd argue for an idea that associates sabotage with those many in our number who
count resources as quick income, instead of capital. Yes indeed "A star to every
wandering ship, his worth's unknown and yet his height is read." Funny what
Fourteen Lines can almost do to you in detention.