I read your article with great interest and even greater despair for those challenged by whom to spend their lives with. Choosing whom and how to love based on color or any other predetermined prerogative is absurd. Love, when one finds it, nurtures and respects it, consumes the soul of the being. The object of love and desire could be a polka dot kangaroo and it would still shine in the night.

Prejudice and prejudgement dissolve love.

Commitment and truth absolve love.