Can you not think of a situation where one loves a person they DON'T trust?
I can.......
Not me, Thank God.
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Can you not think of a situation where one loves a person they DON'T trust?
I can.......
Not me, Thank God.
Dexter Sinister,
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Can love be divided into the sacred and the profane ,the human and the divine ,or is there only LOVE? Is love of the one or of the many? If i say that I love you;does that exlude the love of the other?Is love personal or impersonal;moral or immoral ? If you love the menkind ,can you love the particular? Is love a sentiment? Is love emotion? Is love pleasure and desire?
No, no, yes, both, no, both, neither, yes, yes, yes, yes. And more. That doesn't even begin to cover it.
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You love your wife,and in that love is involved sexual pleasure , the pleasure of having someone in the houce to look after your children ,too cook.You depend on her; she has given you her body ,her emotions ,her encouragement ,a certtain feeling of security and well being. Then she turns awy from you; she gets bored or goes with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed and this disturbance which you don't like is .... jealousy .
No, that's not what it's like at all. She doesn't look after our children, we both look after them together. I do most of the cooking, because I'm retired and she's not, and frankly I'm better at it than she is anyway. And she has never turned away from me. I have never had occasion to doubt her fidelity or loyalty, she is my favourite person and I am hers, and we tell each other that regularly.
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And what you are really saying is.. 'as long as you belong to me ,I love you ,but the moment you don't , I hate you'? As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demends, sexual and otherwise , I love you ,but the moment you cease to supply what I want ,I don't like you?
Not even close. Not even in the ballpark. To put it crudely, she's not always horny when I am, and neither am I when she is. You learn to roll with it. We are together because we want to be, not because we have some kind of sick co-dependency. We were friends first, long before we became lovers, and we haven't always been madly in love with each other, but the friendship has carried us through those times and we've fallen in love with each other over and over again through the years. Which is fabulous, I highly recommend it. Somebody you can do that with... well, that's the one you marry.
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Dexter ,I don't know you...( so please agree with me ,if only on this point) therfore it only makes sense that my observations in this post could not be aimed at you personaly ,obviously they were just ... general observations.Don't be so defensive.
China : I am not an authority.....
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That much is obvious, but you get big points for at least trying to understand. Frankly though, I don't think you have any idea yet what a successful intimate relationship consists of.
China : There is one difference between you and I ,Dexter ;I know I,m not an authority...and trust me ,I'm not being defensive ( if you know what I mean).
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Can love be divided into the sacred and the profane ,the human and the divine ,or is there only LOVE? Is love of the one or of the many? If i say that I love you;does that exlude the love of the other?Is love personal or impersonal;moral or immoral ? If you love the menkind ,can you love the particular? Is love a sentiment? Is love emotion? Is love pleasure and desire?
No, no, yes, both, no, both, neither, yes, yes, yes, yes. And more. That doesn't even begin to cover it.
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You love your wife,and in that love is involved sexual pleasure , the pleasure of having someone in the houce to look after your children ,too cook.You depend on her; she has given you her body ,her emotions ,her encouragement ,a certtain feeling of security and well being. Then she turns awy from you; she gets bored or goes with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed and this disturbance which you don't like is .... jealousy .
No, that's not what it's like at all. She doesn't look after our children, we both look after them together. I do most of the cooking, because I'm retired and she's not, and frankly I'm better at it than she is anyway. And she has never turned away from me. I have never had occasion to doubt her fidelity or loyalty, she is my favourite person and I am hers, and we tell each other that regularly.
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And what you are really saying is.. 'as long as you belong to me ,I love you ,but the moment you don't , I hate you'? As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demends, sexual and otherwise , I love you ,but the moment you cease to supply what I want ,I don't like you?
Not even close. Not even in the ballpark. To put it crudely, she's not always horny when I am, and neither am I when she is. You learn to roll with it. We are together because we want to be, not because we have some kind of sick co-dependency. We were friends first, long before we became lovers, and we haven't always been madly in love with each other, but the friendship has carried us through those times and we've fallen in love with each other over and over again through the years. Which is fabulous, I highly recommend it. Somebody you can do that with... well, that's the one you marry.
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Dexter ,I don't know you...( so please agree with me ,if only on this point) therfore it only makes sense that my observations in this post could not be aimed at you personaly ,obviously they were just ... general observations.Don't be so defensive.
China : I am not an authority.....
Dexter States:
That much is obvious, but you get big points for at least trying to understand. Frankly though, I don't think you have any idea yet what a successful intimate relationship consists of.
China : There is one difference between you and I ,Dexter ;I know I,m not an authority...and trust me ,I'm not being defensive ( if you know what I mean).
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Dexter Sinister, it's quite nice to hear you speak about your love relationship with your wife. I always figured that IF I was gonna get married, it would be with a girl that I will have known and befriended for quite a while. Your story tells me that I might have the right attitude and it gives me hope.
Good morning China....still at it I see....
I think our conundrum here is we personalize "love" and the concept of what love "is" from our own experiences and that is reasonable, but the word love is in our world in a myriad of forms - even when missing - the "absence of love" and its impact is probably one of the most significant in our world of humanity as we are in this stage of evolution. I am not speaking here of the honor of "being in love" as some have described for that great gift is but one of many we are capable of having.
As we grow to understand ourselves and what we wish for ourselves as we grow through our lives, we try to incorporate "love" into our lives is as many ways as we can - to the point of creating illusions of love as well as ignoring real love -
Whether mankind can appreciate this or not: We are surrounded by the opportunity for love from the moment we are separated out of our mothers into the vast creation called "our world". For those first
few minutes on we begin our sensory journey, eventually integrating experience into knowledge for the
primary goal of survival. Love becomes a necessary part of our journey and whether we seek it, reject it, never acknowledge it, or deny it, we can do nothing about love - it isn't "ours" to create - it is merely there for us to experience.
If I can make a clumsy analogy: Life as we know it is a vast sea of water - if we jump into the water and allow panic or fear to take over, we fight our innate buoyancy - and we begin to fail and sink...spending our lives in anxiety and terror, constantly trying to remain the winner in a battle with the "water" or life....whereas if we turn ourselves over to the water "life" and allow ourselves to become a part of it - we float and are supported by it. Love is part of that water (or life).
For some reason we humans continue to fight at what is going to be - and love is one of those experiences as I said before, we have absolutely no control over - while insisting it is "our choice" when it never was.
What "we do with love" is our choice - but the love itself in all of its many forms, is just there....
I believe we have dishonored the gift we have been given - the ability to have love and give love in all its forms. Until we learn how to unleash what is more powerful than all the nuclear weaponry and our silly meetings and discussions and negotiations and military and fighting and laws and governments.... until we surrender to the gifts we have been given - all of us - we will never experience life itself.
Need to add something else here: One of the moments of "clarity" in those who reach the taste of love for another is that moment when one can truly forgive another who has harmed us in some way. We have witnessed in the past weeks the Amish people extending forgiveness to the killer of their little girls, the monster who forever changed their pastoral and peaceful lives, and they have in their simplicity without dissent, cleared the path of forgiveness so they may not have to carry the burden of "hate" or "absence of love" with them - it is a heavy burden and they choose to love. One example, but so fitting because we are immediately in touch with the event.
I would be remiss in understanding on a world wide basis, we cannot have a moment of forgiveness - there will always be some who choose to fight life - those who drag us down with their panic - but on a personal level - we are in charge insofar as what we do with love and how we choose to live our lives.
I think our conundrum here is we personalize "love" and the concept of what love "is" from our own experiences and that is reasonable, but the word love is in our world in a myriad of forms - even when missing - the "absence of love" and its impact is probably one of the most significant in our world of humanity as we are in this stage of evolution. I am not speaking here of the honor of "being in love" as some have described for that great gift is but one of many we are capable of having.
As we grow to understand ourselves and what we wish for ourselves as we grow through our lives, we try to incorporate "love" into our lives is as many ways as we can - to the point of creating illusions of love as well as ignoring real love -
Whether mankind can appreciate this or not: We are surrounded by the opportunity for love from the moment we are separated out of our mothers into the vast creation called "our world". For those first
few minutes on we begin our sensory journey, eventually integrating experience into knowledge for the
primary goal of survival. Love becomes a necessary part of our journey and whether we seek it, reject it, never acknowledge it, or deny it, we can do nothing about love - it isn't "ours" to create - it is merely there for us to experience.
If I can make a clumsy analogy: Life as we know it is a vast sea of water - if we jump into the water and allow panic or fear to take over, we fight our innate buoyancy - and we begin to fail and sink...spending our lives in anxiety and terror, constantly trying to remain the winner in a battle with the "water" or life....whereas if we turn ourselves over to the water "life" and allow ourselves to become a part of it - we float and are supported by it. Love is part of that water (or life).
For some reason we humans continue to fight at what is going to be - and love is one of those experiences as I said before, we have absolutely no control over - while insisting it is "our choice" when it never was.
What "we do with love" is our choice - but the love itself in all of its many forms, is just there....
I believe we have dishonored the gift we have been given - the ability to have love and give love in all its forms. Until we learn how to unleash what is more powerful than all the nuclear weaponry and our silly meetings and discussions and negotiations and military and fighting and laws and governments.... until we surrender to the gifts we have been given - all of us - we will never experience life itself.
Need to add something else here: One of the moments of "clarity" in those who reach the taste of love for another is that moment when one can truly forgive another who has harmed us in some way. We have witnessed in the past weeks the Amish people extending forgiveness to the killer of their little girls, the monster who forever changed their pastoral and peaceful lives, and they have in their simplicity without dissent, cleared the path of forgiveness so they may not have to carry the burden of "hate" or "absence of love" with them - it is a heavy burden and they choose to love. One example, but so fitting because we are immediately in touch with the event.
I would be remiss in understanding on a world wide basis, we cannot have a moment of forgiveness - there will always be some who choose to fight life - those who drag us down with their panic - but on a personal level - we are in charge insofar as what we do with love and how we choose to live our lives.
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the etymology of LOVE, PHILOS, FRIDAY
WORD HISTORY A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin amīcus “friend” and amō “I love” is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos “friend” and phileō “I love.”
In English, though, we have to go back a millennium before we see the verb related to friend. At that time, frēond, the Old English word for “friend,” was simply the present participle of the verb frēon, “to love.”
The Germanic root behind this verb is *frī–, which meant “to like, love, be friendly to.” Closely linked to these concepts is that of “peace,” and in fact Germanic made a noun from this root, *frithu–, meaning exactly that. Ultimately descended from this noun are the personal names Frederick, “peaceful ruler,” and Siegfried, ”victory peace.”
The root also shows up in the name of the Germanic deity Frigg, the goddess of love, who lives on today in the word Friday, “day of Frigg,” from an ancient translation of Latin Veneris diēs, “day of Venus.”
WORD HISTORY A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin amīcus “friend” and amō “I love” is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos “friend” and phileō “I love.”
In English, though, we have to go back a millennium before we see the verb related to friend. At that time, frēond, the Old English word for “friend,” was simply the present participle of the verb frēon, “to love.”
The Germanic root behind this verb is *frī–, which meant “to like, love, be friendly to.” Closely linked to these concepts is that of “peace,” and in fact Germanic made a noun from this root, *frithu–, meaning exactly that. Ultimately descended from this noun are the personal names Frederick, “peaceful ruler,” and Siegfried, ”victory peace.”
The root also shows up in the name of the Germanic deity Frigg, the goddess of love, who lives on today in the word Friday, “day of Frigg,” from an ancient translation of Latin Veneris diēs, “day of Venus.”
Thanks JimMoyer
I like that close relationship between friend and love.
We humans have an aversion to using the word love for so many things which we really do regard with love or friendship but dislike allowing it out into the open for fear of rejection perhaps.
I like that close relationship between friend and love.
We humans have an aversion to using the word love for so many things which we really do regard with love or friendship but dislike allowing it out into the open for fear of rejection perhaps.
you made me think of the line "you can trust me with your money and your life, but not your wife."
relationships can be complex and as such the trust levels in various conditions can vary. So yes, a person can trust (love) another in one way, and yet not in another.
s-lone : Is love an abstract illusion? Or is it a concrete reality?
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LOVE FIRST, and you will have an answer to the above.
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LOVE FIRST, and you will have an answer to the above.
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curiosity : Hi EYE Spy.
If I can make a clumsy analogy: Life as we know it is a vast sea of water - if we jump into the water and allow panic or fear to take over, we fight our innate buoyancy - and we begin to fail and sink...spending our lives in anxiety and terror, constantly trying to remain the winner in a battle with the "water" or life....whereas if we turn ourselves over to the water "life" and allow ourselves to become a part of it - we float and are supported by it. Love is part of that water (or life
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Beautiful anology. Yes , I think it is Love that keeps us "afloat", makes "the ride smooth", withot us realizing it.
If I can make a clumsy analogy: Life as we know it is a vast sea of water - if we jump into the water and allow panic or fear to take over, we fight our innate buoyancy - and we begin to fail and sink...spending our lives in anxiety and terror, constantly trying to remain the winner in a battle with the "water" or life....whereas if we turn ourselves over to the water "life" and allow ourselves to become a part of it - we float and are supported by it. Love is part of that water (or life
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Beautiful anology. Yes , I think it is Love that keeps us "afloat", makes "the ride smooth", withot us realizing it.
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There is also much sorrow in our life and we do not know how to end it. The ending of sorrow is the beginning of wisdom. Without knowing what sorrow is and understanding its nature and structure, we shall not know what love is, because what I read from the posts above , for some of us love is sorrow, pain, pleasure, jealousy. When a husband says to his wife that he loves her and at the same time is ambitious, has that love any meaning? Can an ambitious man love? Can a competitive man love? And yet we talk about love, about tenderness, about ending war, when we are competitive, ambitious, seeking our own personal position, advancement and so on. All this brings sorrow. Can sorrow end? It can only come to an end when you understand yourself, which is actually 'what is'. Then you understand why you have sorrow, whether that sorrow is self-pity, or the fear of being alone, or the emptiness of your own life, or the sorrow that comes about when you depend on another. And all this is part of our living. When we understand all this we come to a much greater problem, which is death.But that's not a topic of this thread .
China
We are always seeking to find balance because in life we often veer to one extreme or another - be it heartbreaking sorrow or breathtaking joy. It is how we are made - to experience the ultimate in our emotional lives. We cannot have one without its opposite.
We can strive to live "in the middle" but would that be living? As you said the ending of sorrow is the beginning of wisdom. Life presents comparisons for us all the time and we use many old lessons to tell us what the "emotions" are and whether we wish to experience them or avoid them.
The best we can do is live through the experience and learn about ourselves while in it.
You have summed up the conundrum very well and in so doing opened the door for more thought.
I have but one question: Why do you consider death a problem? Death is a release and a new beginning perhaps. But as you say - that is not the topic.
An Old Dutch Proverb stolen from a writer I admire: Every goodbye is the birth of a memory.
We are always seeking to find balance because in life we often veer to one extreme or another - be it heartbreaking sorrow or breathtaking joy. It is how we are made - to experience the ultimate in our emotional lives. We cannot have one without its opposite.
We can strive to live "in the middle" but would that be living? As you said the ending of sorrow is the beginning of wisdom. Life presents comparisons for us all the time and we use many old lessons to tell us what the "emotions" are and whether we wish to experience them or avoid them.
The best we can do is live through the experience and learn about ourselves while in it.
You have summed up the conundrum very well and in so doing opened the door for more thought.
I have but one question: Why do you consider death a problem? Death is a release and a new beginning perhaps. But as you say - that is not the topic.
An Old Dutch Proverb stolen from a writer I admire: Every goodbye is the birth of a memory.
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Every good bye is the birth of a memory.----a quote from Wednesday's Child's post.
That's worth repeating.
Beautiful.
That's worth repeating.
Beautiful.
Curosity :
I have but one question: Why do you consider death a problem? Death is a release and a new beginning perhaps. But as you say - that is not the topic--------------------------------------------------------------------
No,I dont consider death a problem,Curiosity ,personaly I am trying to die from moment to moment,to the past. The problem is with the ones who pschologicaly try to find a way of "escape " from that which is real .
Curiosity : ....."We cannot have one without its opposite"-------------------------------------------------------
Well Curiosity ,I realy don,t know what love is ,but I am aware that it is not,the projection of our feelings ,emotions, of our imagination of what we would like or want love to be. All this projection is past and has noting to do with the now , the present . Love is now , in the present and only in the present .Love Is an entity , like God is an entity.Love is God.
There are no opposites in an entity.There only "IS".
But again ,don't agree with me ,I'm not an authority on something I don't know.
I have but one question: Why do you consider death a problem? Death is a release and a new beginning perhaps. But as you say - that is not the topic--------------------------------------------------------------------
No,I dont consider death a problem,Curiosity ,personaly I am trying to die from moment to moment,to the past. The problem is with the ones who pschologicaly try to find a way of "escape " from that which is real .
Curiosity : ....."We cannot have one without its opposite"-------------------------------------------------------
Well Curiosity ,I realy don,t know what love is ,but I am aware that it is not,the projection of our feelings ,emotions, of our imagination of what we would like or want love to be. All this projection is past and has noting to do with the now , the present . Love is now , in the present and only in the present .Love Is an entity , like God is an entity.Love is God.
There are no opposites in an entity.There only "IS".
But again ,don't agree with me ,I'm not an authority on something I don't know.
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That sounds like the sister phrase for: "No matter where I lay my head at night I always wake up on a sack of old memories", but is it love?
I have to give credit to Captain Danjel Bout who shared those words at the beginning of his last entry in his blog from Iraq. Now there is a man who could talk about love for over a year amidst the killing and death and saying goodbye..... His fans read his words eagerly as he had time to share... and we will always be moved by them.
The entry before the one I have included was one of saying goodbye to yet another comrade - there were so many. When I think of describing love, I have to include his words. When I speak of knowing oneself, I believe Danjel found himself in that hell and rode through it to the other side.
January 09, 2006
Last Days at the FOB
Every goodbye is the birth of a memory
Dutch Proverb
What was to be our last day at the FOB started with pregnant drops of rain sizzling through the predawn darkness. They fell in a tumbling cascade, slowly gathering strength until the air was thick with water. The first few drops of rain splattered into the dust like micro meteorites, sending tiny puffs of dust into the air from their sudden impact. For the first few minutes the air was filled with a strange elemental alchemy – the elements of water, earth, and air all defending their respective domains. Eventually the rain turned into a torrent, and the fallow dust yielded, transforming into tarry pools of mud. Just like a year ago.
The mud is the same, the high walls still grope for the sky, even the wind tastes the same as when we arrived. But I am not earth, nor stone, nor air. I am creature of blood and bone… and I have changed. I am leaving this FOB a different man then the one who arrived at these chill gates those many months ago. I’ve sipped from the poison chalice of loss. Felt my veins run with chill blood and my face streak with hot tears. And I’ve watched as the reaper’s scythe whistled through the desert air. Mortal things cannot brush shoulders with eternity without bearing the psychic scars of their meeting. And so I am changed... both inside and out.
I have aged and weathered under the sun’s fierce glare, my face creased with worn lines as faulted as the sun splintered fields. They remind me of the fearsome toll every one of us paid. I don’t mourn their arrival, they are the outward manifestation of those ethereal scars the crease my soul. It seems somehow fitting and proper that I be left with a physical reminder of what was lost… and what was gained.
Do not mistake my words. I am not broken, nor am I damaged. The story of our mission is not a tragedy, despite our losses. The deepest etchings on my soul, the ones that will remain in both this life and the next, were the incandescent examples of valor, courage, and brotherhood I witnessed each and every day. The men who served at my side were bound to me, and I to them, with tidal forces that have no equivalent in the sterile formality of the living world. Back home the concept of "self" is a rigid construct, a domain mapped with the formality of a land agreement. But here on the bleeding edge we became more something greater than our individual parts. We became a family.
Our time in Iraq is drawing to a close. Our bags are packed. The sun is about to set on our 18 month deployment. And now that we aren’t in daily contact I’ve found my feelings centered on the fierce and solemn pride at having served alongside so many bright souls.
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January 03, 2006
The entry before the one I have included was one of saying goodbye to yet another comrade - there were so many. When I think of describing love, I have to include his words. When I speak of knowing oneself, I believe Danjel found himself in that hell and rode through it to the other side.
January 09, 2006
Last Days at the FOB
Every goodbye is the birth of a memory
Dutch Proverb
What was to be our last day at the FOB started with pregnant drops of rain sizzling through the predawn darkness. They fell in a tumbling cascade, slowly gathering strength until the air was thick with water. The first few drops of rain splattered into the dust like micro meteorites, sending tiny puffs of dust into the air from their sudden impact. For the first few minutes the air was filled with a strange elemental alchemy – the elements of water, earth, and air all defending their respective domains. Eventually the rain turned into a torrent, and the fallow dust yielded, transforming into tarry pools of mud. Just like a year ago.
The mud is the same, the high walls still grope for the sky, even the wind tastes the same as when we arrived. But I am not earth, nor stone, nor air. I am creature of blood and bone… and I have changed. I am leaving this FOB a different man then the one who arrived at these chill gates those many months ago. I’ve sipped from the poison chalice of loss. Felt my veins run with chill blood and my face streak with hot tears. And I’ve watched as the reaper’s scythe whistled through the desert air. Mortal things cannot brush shoulders with eternity without bearing the psychic scars of their meeting. And so I am changed... both inside and out.
I have aged and weathered under the sun’s fierce glare, my face creased with worn lines as faulted as the sun splintered fields. They remind me of the fearsome toll every one of us paid. I don’t mourn their arrival, they are the outward manifestation of those ethereal scars the crease my soul. It seems somehow fitting and proper that I be left with a physical reminder of what was lost… and what was gained.
Do not mistake my words. I am not broken, nor am I damaged. The story of our mission is not a tragedy, despite our losses. The deepest etchings on my soul, the ones that will remain in both this life and the next, were the incandescent examples of valor, courage, and brotherhood I witnessed each and every day. The men who served at my side were bound to me, and I to them, with tidal forces that have no equivalent in the sterile formality of the living world. Back home the concept of "self" is a rigid construct, a domain mapped with the formality of a land agreement. But here on the bleeding edge we became more something greater than our individual parts. We became a family.
Our time in Iraq is drawing to a close. Our bags are packed. The sun is about to set on our 18 month deployment. And now that we aren’t in daily contact I’ve found my feelings centered on the fierce and solemn pride at having served alongside so many bright souls.
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January 03, 2006
I have prefered to view every goodbye as a death.
Now, the only tie-in to the discussion on love this would have is the debate on whether humans could "love" if they were immortal.
The answer to this I will leave for all of you to ponder. Of greater interest is that love is really a signal of the animalism of humanity. There is much more powerful relationships than the trust relationship of love, but humanity is only on the cusp of developing these capabilities. (All love proves is you are an animal)
Now, the only tie-in to the discussion on love this would have is the debate on whether humans could "love" if they were immortal.
The answer to this I will leave for all of you to ponder. Of greater interest is that love is really a signal of the animalism of humanity. There is much more powerful relationships than the trust relationship of love, but humanity is only on the cusp of developing these capabilities. (All love proves is you are an animal)
Emotions and love are not the same thing.
True love is consciously wanting the best for others, aka compassion. Acting without prejudice but rather with wisdom. Wanting the best for someone without attachment or expectation of reward. Being joyful in the joy of others.
True love is consciously wanting the best for others, aka compassion. Acting without prejudice but rather with wisdom. Wanting the best for someone without attachment or expectation of reward. Being joyful in the joy of others.
LOVE, in its truest form, i see as a state of just what is..BEING..accepting your experiance with no doubts, regretts or any "feelings" about any of it/this. in the human form, when we feel love we feel the human emotion that we labeled happiness (sometimes other emotions as well) and we attach the word love to give it a description.
i feel when we are experiancing this "feeling", especially with someone else, what we are experiancing is the true form of BEING. we are in a position with a person or thing that does not make us worry or experiance all the negative man made emotions that we make for ourself in general society.
we are so relaxed so to say, that we let go of our ego and material view and experiance the nature of our soul and being we are with someone or something else we feel as we are in love with them.
i feel our souls attach love to everything and everyone,but our ego gets in teh way and masks that, so when we finally get to remove that mask we are so happy, we think we are in love..not that the love is any less real, just our view of it..
IMO romance has nothing to do with love..romance stems from positive enjoyment or gain of our material senses/wants, whether its sex. friendship, security or whatever..thats all a matter of ego.
i feel when we are experiancing this "feeling", especially with someone else, what we are experiancing is the true form of BEING. we are in a position with a person or thing that does not make us worry or experiance all the negative man made emotions that we make for ourself in general society.
we are so relaxed so to say, that we let go of our ego and material view and experiance the nature of our soul and being we are with someone or something else we feel as we are in love with them.
i feel our souls attach love to everything and everyone,but our ego gets in teh way and masks that, so when we finally get to remove that mask we are so happy, we think we are in love..not that the love is any less real, just our view of it..
IMO romance has nothing to do with love..romance stems from positive enjoyment or gain of our material senses/wants, whether its sex. friendship, security or whatever..thats all a matter of ego.
grover,
your description is another example of "love" being a trust relationship, in this case represented in the genetics of the social animal. Humans are genetically programmed to help each other to survive and thus, "it feels good".
oneeno,
you are describing the state of love as a freedom from fear, which is a trust relationship.
your description is another example of "love" being a trust relationship, in this case represented in the genetics of the social animal. Humans are genetically programmed to help each other to survive and thus, "it feels good".
oneeno,
you are describing the state of love as a freedom from fear, which is a trust relationship.
love is
OK that's the dumb pseudo-philosophical statement out of the way
be assured that any word in any language is not a "thing" but a representation of a thing or sometimes of a more abstract concept. therefore love is not a thing but something we talk about. maybe a state of mind or a dedication at a certain level, or a combination. problem is this kind of definition is subjective so everyone thinks of it sligthly differently
OK that's the dumb pseudo-philosophical statement out of the way
be assured that any word in any language is not a "thing" but a representation of a thing or sometimes of a more abstract concept. therefore love is not a thing but something we talk about. maybe a state of mind or a dedication at a certain level, or a combination. problem is this kind of definition is subjective so everyone thinks of it sligthly differently