The news of the divorce - Madonna and Mr Ritchie - was probably just another chapter in the grand dame's re-discovery process. One more time. She's changed so many times already, it's a wonder she even knows who the real Madonna 'really' is. Fans will be saddened no doubt, and her detractors will add fuel to an already sad and sordid tale made more so by the misery of pain and separation,... her own as well as the lives she has ruined.
But in the end, she will rise above it all. Because, for her fans - she represents something beyond the mundane and the ordinary, something timeless that a few tabloid columns and headlines on the daily news cannot tarnish. For them - as for me - she is a passport to an entire epoch of our unspoilt youth, as fundamental a part of growing up as love and longing itself. We dreamed of her, worshipped her, pined for her, sang her songs in private and danced to her rhythmic beats that kindled flames of freedom, dark desire, and the promise of days to come. We worshipped her at the pedestal of innocence - and she was the original goddess of 'come hither boys and become men.'
We're men now,... but Madge - you are timeless. As pure and pristine as the music that defined our growing years. Here's wishing you never change,... and that you always do. From now until eternity.
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