There really is not more love nor is there less love. Yes, I know it seems that way, and sometimes it can even seem on the Earthly plane that there is no love, no love at all, neither love to give nor love to receive. Yet love can never go extinct, beloveds. It cannot dry up, and yet love is not to be preserved but spent. To keep up with itself, love has to flow. It has to flow until the whole world swims in love.