{ wherein is unveiled the tragic corollary to our epic yearly ritual of mysterious fickle weaponised pterodactyloid infants randomly launching missiles enriched with limbic venom, hermaphroditic genital icons thinly disguised as viscera, & wanton mass vegetable castration - not to mention long walks in the moonlight }
Wars get solemn reverence, a public ceremony & an official holiday.
Love gets a mass-marketing campaign.
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