In what they called human love, they see there is pleasure, competition, jealousy, the desire to possess, to hold, to control and to interfere with another’s thinking, and knowing the complexity of all this they say there must be another kind of love, divine, beautiful, untouched, uncorrupted.
To divide anything into what should be and what is, is the most deceptive way of dealing with life. Love should be at its essence without rationale. It is a form of insanity has the ancient Greeks had deemed it to be. Such insanity, not without a price. There is pain in the price. There is anxiety, hate and violence. Yet the insanity is so inebriated, there is no remonstrances nor regrets. It is stubborn. It is recalcitrant. There is no conditions to its ebb. Love, thus, is anathematized to be unconditional. For if it has demands, the moment the conditions do not apply, love cease and you love no more. Or, will that passion feeds hatred instead. As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demands to keep that love alive, that defeats the four characteristics that sustain that non-rational obsession.
In all this, there must always be anxiety, fear, jealousy, guilt, and so long as there is fear there is no love; a mind ridden with sorrow will never know what love is; sentimentality and emotionalism have nothing whatsoever to do with love. When you totally abandon yourself to that love, you lose yourself and you lose your mind. Our mind given up to wage love, when love lost creates that existential vacuum.
Do we know loneliness because one person is missing or do we learn loneliness because there is one more person to teach us the lack on the depart.
“Ego vero libentissime impendam et expendar pro animabus vestris: licet uberius bos diligens, minus diligar.”
And I will very gladly spend and be spent for you; though the more abundantly I love you, the less I be loved. — 2 Corinthians 12:15
ps. Every time I walk into a singles bar, I can hear mummy’s wise words: “Don’t pick that up, you don’t know where it’s been!”