Exit 28: The Case of the Hooded Shooter
by Chester Pritchett
Category: True Crime

What has yet been said of love, that bears a means by which the species may at long last gain an understanding for change to that most thrilling, potent and sharing emotion yet visited upon mankind? . . . How does one deal with a condition one nothing knows about? . . . However much the chemistry of love appears physical, mildly mental, and thrust with an element vaguely referred to as emotion, the fact of the matter, is that love is a mystery. Intrinsic of substance, and made manifest by a host of glorifying virtues through the chain of its "Mystic Nature and Component Structure." Of which, Virtue is the key component. In its human equation, love is linked by motivating character; and nobly expresses her bountiful season through the myriad of virtuous human assimilations. And how is this achieved? While love is a gift, for it is known as the sanction of heaven, we must first build it a place in which to abide. Where the modes of character are its means expression. What you know of love, or believe you do, is both physical and sociological. That same quantum and limit to which wild animals and crickets experience. Minus of course, the sociological trauma responsible for tearing relationships apart. . . .Here, a new code of values is mandatory and inherently pertinent to Heaven's greatest gift. "The Search for the Ethics of Love" is rewardingly based on rock foundation, yet in its simplicity, which is the marrow of its giving, against, the tide of sociological answers, love is turned away again and again. Occurring much as a sacrament, given of holy principle, or in its base opposite, a curse, come of deceiving maneuvers of believed romance, stripped of fidelity, both man and woman hood mootly assume the role of helpless victim. Indeed, much as a herd of prodded cattle to the slaughter. So too, do the lines to the divorce courts grow with the passing hours. Fractured love deserves more than the pitiful ebb tide of flotsam and jetsam. For there are no answers within the numbing disjunction; for love was but a stranger to a hopeless union. Devastating as broken love can be, its stunning recover lies written in the A B C's of love's Mystic Nature and Component Structure. A surprising and little known God created ladder upward to the lost paradise. Virtuous though and Refined mind are the tools already at our disposal, and it is to these first and final steps whereby we may renew and elevate our faltering attemp