Love ♥
ﻉ√٥ﺎ and other distractions...
Some of us gamble on love, skipping from one “love" to another over the surface of existential pain, like a stone skipping over water or like switching channels on the television..
..as long as one can stay above the surface he/she can be perfectly happy; but when an affair ends and everything comes crashing down, one may be desperate for the next leap; sometimes searching for a new partner even at the funeral of the previous one. Yet sooner or later the stone loses vitality and with a final splunk may fall into the depths of tribulation.
It was out of a true understanding of real love that a man such as St. Francis of Assisi prayed that he might seek "not to be loved.. as to 'love' for love is a matter of soul and not of body."
What is “truly sought” is something we all experience as painfully missing from life: some comforting sense of absolute belonging and acceptance. Those who are fortunate get a sense of this feeling as infants, under a parent’s protection. But the feeling is fractured more often than not by parental empathic learning curves and it is lost entirely from ordinary sensory experience as children become older and independent and as the awareness of our essential human isolation and mortality sets in - deeply psychological I know, don't read into it too too much :)
This all goes to show that it’s easy enough to “love” those who “love” us: parents who protect us, “lovers” who make us feel received, public admiration, pets that unconditionally depend on us and who never threaten us.
But can we love those who annoy us . . . irritate us . . . obstruct us . . . scorn us . . . hate us?
Can we love our enemies?
That’s the real test of real love.
In conclusion, the most powerful emotion in the Universe is true love.
It is the cosmic glue that holds everything together.
This perfect, true love is no illusion.
It’s a mystical sort of thing, to feel its power is to feel connected to the Universe
- a truly enlightening experience.
.
Love ♥
ﻉ√٥ﺎ and other distractions...
Some of us gamble on love, skipping from one “love" to another over the surface of existential pain, like a stone skipping over water or like switching channels on the television..
..as long as one can stay above the surface he/she can be perfectly happy; but when an affair ends and everything comes crashing down, one may be desperate for the next leap; sometimes searching for a new partner even at the funeral of the previous one. Yet sooner or later the stone loses vitality and with a final splunk may fall into the depths of tribulation.
It was out of a true understanding of real love that a man such as St. Francis of Assisi prayed that he might seek "not to be loved.. as to 'love' for love is a matter of soul and not of body."
What is “truly sought” is something we all experience as painfully missing from life: some comforting sense of absolute belonging and acceptance. Those who are fortunate get a sense of this feeling as infants, under a parent’s protection. But the feeling is fractured more often than not by parental empathic learning curves and it is lost entirely from ordinary sensory experience as children become older and independent and as the awareness of our essential human isolation and mortality sets in - deeply psychological I know, don't read into it too too much :)
This all goes to show that it’s easy enough to “love” those who “love” us: parents who protect us, “lovers” who make us feel received, public admiration, pets that unconditionally depend on us and who never threaten us.
But can we love those who annoy us . . . irritate us . . . obstruct us . . . scorn us . . . hate us?
Can we love our enemies?
That’s the real test of real love.
In conclusion, the most powerful emotion in the Universe is true love.
It is the cosmic glue that holds everything together.
This perfect, true love is no illusion.
It’s a mystical sort of thing, to feel its power is to feel connected to the Universe
- a truly enlightening experience.
.