2012 09 16
Of love I shall speak but little for
I find it mysterious, ineffable. I feel deep, even inexpressible
affection for many, and often call this feeling love. Yet no real
commonality of the experience suggests a universality that can be
described as “love”. I have been “in love” three times, but
this engendered no specific prosperity to the participants or the
race. I do not “love” my country - the idea smacks of jingoistic
absurdity. It might be possible to love humanity if one could
overlook its cruelty and indifference to cruelty.
It can perhaps be said that I love
knowledge and its expansion but this seems a bit abstract for the
application that might be sought herein.
What I can say is that when in the
presence of those I love, I feel good. Pleasant,
even ecstatic emotions course through my consciousness impelling me
to continue and expand this concomitancy of being. Perhaps love can
be described as a transcendental piercing of the veil of aloneness
that is the birthright and the burden of all humans.
Anyway,
more to come...