I can't feel what other people feel. (most of the time) I'm philosophically opposed to the pretense of mind reading. I refuse to make assumptions on something as subjective, personal and inconsistent as my empathic sensitivities. And yet so much of my happiness and joy comes from the awareness of others feelings. I want so much to be able to make sense to other people, that I've taken on mutually destructive opinions. This blog is proving to be an expression of religious observance and dedication. I believe these excursions into the Anatomy of Intimacy is going to be worthwhile. As we get closer to intimacy, our sense of boundaries change. Learning is always an intimacy, and intimacy is learning.
If I'm going to map out the anatomy of an intimacy, "LOVE," I start with the individual. For this emergence of an initial separateness, a single unit entity, I start with the symbol of an upward pointing arrow, just one, to symbolize the presence of singular positive assertion. (The Spirit) A totality. As the secondary symbol I use an "Infinity Sign" to signify the perpetual entanglement of existence with no beginning or end. (The Interpenetrating Entanglement of Life) And I will close out the equation with the letter Theta to represent the Physio-Emotive-Field, (The Soul) which is that receptive awareness of existence that supports, provides and defines. But it is like a Holy Ghost, for which we have no proof other than anecdotal evidence. If you have any background in meta physics or esoteric philosophies you will recognize the overwhelming symmetries between my construction and all ancient religions. (Beginning, Middle, and an End)
From the singularity of oneness; we stumble through into a life of infinite multiplicities, infinitudes and the infinitesimal. Such is the love that finally leads to a last final phase that most will never know about until the last moment. If the first two states of being aren't strange enough, in this last one we get to see the walls melt and all that has gone before is here now, again. (Time Stops!) I know I sound like a dribbling idiot. But I swore I would bring you a quality product and here it is. Voila! We have an answer. It may not be the kind of answer that flatters or glamorizes, but it is consensual.
Nobody has ever said that the mystical experience is easy to explain, but here we have it. In it's finality, whether it's true our not, there is an overwhelming concordance of descriptions about how the world is experienced by love. Of those of us who witness to this profound nectar of bliss, we are all viewed as a little strange. Are we not all a little strange when we are in love? As I've said many times before, "Thank God not everyone is like me." I doubt we could get much of anything done. Please forgive me, I find trying to map out the meta physics of love to be a potentially very dry subject. And I think, that if there is a God, she must have an outrageous sense of humor.
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