Fall In Love With Your Objects
I think we have well established by this point that there is a pure essence that is equal to all and all are equal to it and that any of its parts represents the whole, even if it is no longer aware of itself; regardless the concept of love springs from that. In pure essence all is love.
When we are machining the concept of reality it is easy to forget this, one could imagine one’s self standing alone in the universe and reaching out to find others like the self, others that are pure too, in the same way, and that will keep one company and reassure us all that the endeavor is not a lonesome proposition. When we find ourselves in the here and now we thus recognize ourselves subconsciously and metaphysically and all emotive essences are guided to each other by both of those principles.
The recognition of another being or species in the space-time reality is an accomplishment of sorts, since we have forgotten everything through the process of transcurrence, and forgetting that we must suppose it is necessary to make the trip across the dimension, it might not be an unconscious decision for the soul, souls want to be born but the crossing causes 99% amnesia, and thus we are left here to learn and try to relearn concepts which in our pure essence are innate to our conceptualization.
Thus love is a very complicated thing not because we don’t already love one another, that we surely do but rather because we have forgotten that we do. And the forgetting cannot be eliminated so easily because in order to do so one must stop trying, one must let go, one must allow the inner energies to flow outwardly so as to encompass another and another till they find love in all; and of course the others must do the very same thing, that is to release their endemic love for the rest of us so that we can bathe in the comforting recombined essence which is the embrace of love. Again the problem is that there is no way to touch the others without opening up and releasing of ourselves and the world of time-space warrants us to be on our guard and to close up, thus we are deterred from displaying love motions because the environment is harsh and love requires us to put down our defenses.
In the process of keeping up our defenses then we instigate the logical confusion that follows, I don’t know you, you don’t know me, we need a ritual or a contract to get along. Marriage is thus in fact a ritual that is formulated by our fear of love and it is thus oddly also a reassurance that we can love one another without trepidation. That it doesn’t turn out to well often enough, or that as a whole the institution of marriage is suspect and wanting, ought not surprise us as it is in the end a compromise of mutuality brought about through the alienations of space-time.
Marriage of course takes on many forms, we will recognize some of those here but you can assume that ultimately anything in the here and now between any emotive entities is a form of marriage, say friendship, business partnerships, a relationship with nature, with our pets, with our peers, with the nation, with the society, with our culture and religion, these are all marriages of varying degrees of intimacy, and they are not wholly intended, again, to be truly intimate because there is the insurmountable variable of space-time, we are not the governors of this place, here everything is a compromise, here everything is sure to cause contrast and to contrast against us; it is not like the forces of the universe are in harmony, they are indeed a little static, they may sustain same idea concept over centuries or billions of years, but the volatility is ever present, and any genuine consistency in space-time is only assimilated as such by the shortness of our life span, to a maggot that lives for 24 hours the world never changes, even as her life and death is the very spiced evidence of the inconsistency, the fact that you cannot stay here, the fact that persistence here is always corrosive and eroding, the fact that you cannot ramp up the scale enough to prevent your free fall unto a physical death denotes your contrast to this environment to a maximum.
Does all that then mean that we are condemned to an imperfect material love? Well yes and no, we are condemned to fall in love with the material as way to express the love that is within us but that we cannot readily express. Our love affair with objects, with money, with power, with architecture, with ritual, with metals and idols is nothing but a byproduct of a love that cannot express itself directly to its intended constituency, our love of one another must be expressed through a third party, so that it is reducible and transferable and made safe by the distancing. I motion that by the time my love gets to you it wont necessarily be love but it will be an object of my affection.
In a sense we are trapped by our inner need to love, for us we construct the expressions of our love they become walls, fences, and then it is only through psychological gymnastics that we can ever glimpse at one another. Still while it is not safe to prophecy that at some point of the future we will be able to embrace each other with love it is possible to assume that a certain obviation from the reality is possible; that is that we will be able to feel the love for one another through the metaphysical connection that we all posses and that over imposes itself through some dimensional abstraction from the here and now, the soul lives forever, as long of course as it doesn’t return to pure essence, hence it is always too somewhat abstracted from pure love, but the soul grips us all together in the metaphysical, a dimensional strength closer than the material separation that we suffer in time-space. The implications are thus that while we nor our souls can love all wholly our connectivity to the metaphysical can cause us to love each other greatest in the here and now.
Thus it becomes an imperative of love, for us emotive beings, to reach to our priori of essence, to the soul that gave us birth, to the spirit that touches and kindles our lives, to reach to that essence, to feel the spiritual and to steal it from the metaphysical as much as possible and to bring it into the material world, so that in doing so we are able to overcome our earthly handicap and reach out to one another through the all of the metaphysical essence.
And it must be said that the metaphysical essence is not going to satisfy fully, that it will be found wanting, that it too is but a mere collection of souls that too are fragmented, and that in fact the fragmentation of pure love as found in pure essence took place with the birth of the metaphysical essence, we are thus bound to find incongruence there, factions, dissimilation, but equally it is a place where we all return now to reenergize our self essence so that it can storm back into the material world. That should say a lot for the power of love.
ricardo
When we are machining the concept of reality it is easy to forget this, one could imagine one’s self standing alone in the universe and reaching out to find others like the self, others that are pure too, in the same way, and that will keep one company and reassure us all that the endeavor is not a lonesome proposition. When we find ourselves in the here and now we thus recognize ourselves subconsciously and metaphysically and all emotive essences are guided to each other by both of those principles.
The recognition of another being or species in the space-time reality is an accomplishment of sorts, since we have forgotten everything through the process of transcurrence, and forgetting that we must suppose it is necessary to make the trip across the dimension, it might not be an unconscious decision for the soul, souls want to be born but the crossing causes 99% amnesia, and thus we are left here to learn and try to relearn concepts which in our pure essence are innate to our conceptualization.
Thus love is a very complicated thing not because we don’t already love one another, that we surely do but rather because we have forgotten that we do. And the forgetting cannot be eliminated so easily because in order to do so one must stop trying, one must let go, one must allow the inner energies to flow outwardly so as to encompass another and another till they find love in all; and of course the others must do the very same thing, that is to release their endemic love for the rest of us so that we can bathe in the comforting recombined essence which is the embrace of love. Again the problem is that there is no way to touch the others without opening up and releasing of ourselves and the world of time-space warrants us to be on our guard and to close up, thus we are deterred from displaying love motions because the environment is harsh and love requires us to put down our defenses.
In the process of keeping up our defenses then we instigate the logical confusion that follows, I don’t know you, you don’t know me, we need a ritual or a contract to get along. Marriage is thus in fact a ritual that is formulated by our fear of love and it is thus oddly also a reassurance that we can love one another without trepidation. That it doesn’t turn out to well often enough, or that as a whole the institution of marriage is suspect and wanting, ought not surprise us as it is in the end a compromise of mutuality brought about through the alienations of space-time.
Marriage of course takes on many forms, we will recognize some of those here but you can assume that ultimately anything in the here and now between any emotive entities is a form of marriage, say friendship, business partnerships, a relationship with nature, with our pets, with our peers, with the nation, with the society, with our culture and religion, these are all marriages of varying degrees of intimacy, and they are not wholly intended, again, to be truly intimate because there is the insurmountable variable of space-time, we are not the governors of this place, here everything is a compromise, here everything is sure to cause contrast and to contrast against us; it is not like the forces of the universe are in harmony, they are indeed a little static, they may sustain same idea concept over centuries or billions of years, but the volatility is ever present, and any genuine consistency in space-time is only assimilated as such by the shortness of our life span, to a maggot that lives for 24 hours the world never changes, even as her life and death is the very spiced evidence of the inconsistency, the fact that you cannot stay here, the fact that persistence here is always corrosive and eroding, the fact that you cannot ramp up the scale enough to prevent your free fall unto a physical death denotes your contrast to this environment to a maximum.
Does all that then mean that we are condemned to an imperfect material love? Well yes and no, we are condemned to fall in love with the material as way to express the love that is within us but that we cannot readily express. Our love affair with objects, with money, with power, with architecture, with ritual, with metals and idols is nothing but a byproduct of a love that cannot express itself directly to its intended constituency, our love of one another must be expressed through a third party, so that it is reducible and transferable and made safe by the distancing. I motion that by the time my love gets to you it wont necessarily be love but it will be an object of my affection.
In a sense we are trapped by our inner need to love, for us we construct the expressions of our love they become walls, fences, and then it is only through psychological gymnastics that we can ever glimpse at one another. Still while it is not safe to prophecy that at some point of the future we will be able to embrace each other with love it is possible to assume that a certain obviation from the reality is possible; that is that we will be able to feel the love for one another through the metaphysical connection that we all posses and that over imposes itself through some dimensional abstraction from the here and now, the soul lives forever, as long of course as it doesn’t return to pure essence, hence it is always too somewhat abstracted from pure love, but the soul grips us all together in the metaphysical, a dimensional strength closer than the material separation that we suffer in time-space. The implications are thus that while we nor our souls can love all wholly our connectivity to the metaphysical can cause us to love each other greatest in the here and now.
Thus it becomes an imperative of love, for us emotive beings, to reach to our priori of essence, to the soul that gave us birth, to the spirit that touches and kindles our lives, to reach to that essence, to feel the spiritual and to steal it from the metaphysical as much as possible and to bring it into the material world, so that in doing so we are able to overcome our earthly handicap and reach out to one another through the all of the metaphysical essence.
And it must be said that the metaphysical essence is not going to satisfy fully, that it will be found wanting, that it too is but a mere collection of souls that too are fragmented, and that in fact the fragmentation of pure love as found in pure essence took place with the birth of the metaphysical essence, we are thus bound to find incongruence there, factions, dissimilation, but equally it is a place where we all return now to reenergize our self essence so that it can storm back into the material world. That should say a lot for the power of love.
ricardo
posted by Ricardo Correa at 8:40 AM
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