I don't believe love has borders. If I meet a nice man in China, I definitely think it's possible.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?
As an American, and especially as a Christian, I am convinced that a love for our own people is not a bad thing, but love doesn't stop at borders. Love is infinitely boundless and all about holy trespassing and offensive friendships.
If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.
Whenever I visited China in the past, the relationships always felt superficial; there was no time where I felt those moments of conflict and delight that make you feel close to another person. But since I started touring there in 2004, I would always collaborate with local musicians, and that opened up a new level of intimacy.
Those of us lucky enough to fall in love with Asia know that it's an affair that's as long as it is resonant.
Clearly, the Chinese know that we want a good relationship with them.
I feel perhaps my heart is still in China.
In expressing love we belong among the undeveloped countries.
Love is boundary-less.
Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit.
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