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You know, 1+2+3=6, 1+5=6, 3+3=6 and 2+4=6. No matter what order you put the numbers, they always add to the same! I mean, it’s like a law or something.

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Uh, yes they do always add to 6. So are you saying, on a simple level, this is an example that teaches the ‘entirety’ or sum is unchanging, no matter how much the parts that make it up are rearranged or changed around?

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Yes! Yes, that’s it! Unchanging and ineffable. Also, indescribable and beyond our meager comprehension.

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Say, have you been reading Taoist stuff again?

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Well, maybe, just a little. As a writing resource only, of course. (scuffing sandal in the dirt) You know, I think we western folk get this philosophy wrong all the time (except certain romance novel writers and A.A. Milne).

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(muttering to self, ‘I just knew this post was gonna be trouble’) Ok, let’s get on to the reason for this post. Tell me how you think writing a romance novel is the same as the Tao.

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Is simple, make up a beautiful young woman in heavy self-denial, one that tells herself she doesn’t love the tall, dark and handsome guy who irritates her, nearly to death, with his charm, superior common sense and protective attitude. Of course he saves her from some bad karma right off, like a flat tire or something, mainly because she has no real friends and certainly no family that she can call on. She could be an orphan, even.

Then, if you want to be up to date, throw in a few zombies and such, as bad guys. Vampires too. Men and women, both. If you want to be traditionalist, just make them some sort of drug dealers or such.

Then have the bad guys after the woman because of what they think she knows or saw or because the chief bad guy has a thing for her. Any one will do.

Have the good guy fall madly in love with her, unrequited. He keeps saving her ass from all the incredibly naive and foolish things she does until one day she finally figures out she has loved him all along. You know, a defining moment when he has just about given up on her. Near the end of the book. Throw in some stuff about a love scene. Make the earth move, you know what I mean? If you don’t have an idea, just watch Cleopatra or something.

Then you can wrap it up when he reveals he is secretly a billionaire and they fly off to his private island, replete with a 5,000 room house and faithful servants that have been in the family for about 10 generations that instantly love her and supply the extended family she has never had.

Think up a racy title and get the right, ‘guy photo’ on the cover, the right ‘girl photo, looking adoringly at him’. Make a zillion dollars.

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That’s it? Nothing else at all?

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That is it, yes. Notice all is yin and yang? The sum predetermined (sum=love which cannot be defined, as it is ultimate love) no matter how you add the parts together. Works for Dame Barbara Cartland and about 10,000 imitators, no?

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Oh my goodness, I guess it is just as you say (or am I losing my faculties at a too rapid rate?). The Tao of romance novels, who would have thought?

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