Here's a thing about love. I'm sure no one, no matter how many strands of gray color their hair, no matter how many winters they have been through, can qualify themselves as being the right persons to try capture in words what love is. All they can be sure about is that it is a feeling very familiar and common to us all.
And in spite of the helplessness while forcing the feeling into the English language, I do so merely because I owe Love this much.
Love is a word with many meanings. All of us think we know it in some way or the other because it is used to describe strong feelings of oneness. Yet it seems the bond needs to be guarded and cherished as long as it lasts. We needn't necessarily call this bond 'love'. The world does so because it thinks this to be love. In truth, love can be many things as maturity, wisdom and the volumes of our reservoirs of acceptance vary. Do we really care what all this is called? Let the world speak of it as love.
I am inspired to believe that this feeling and the joy that flushes from it is at its height when felt as unconditional; free flowing. Where there is a bond so strong that there is no bond. Need we call it a bond at all? For that which has no bonds is unity. Let the idea of a bond-less bond suffice.
In truth, we feel this emotion towards one and all. Only in varying degrees. Intuition leads me to believe that the Lord feels a limitlessly vast, unabiding love for all whose beauty seems difficult to embrace. We'll get there with time...
Attachment to the hungers of the flesh at times cloud our thought. They result in holes...for it is merely a secondary and less intense substitute to the true strength of pure love. And yet we must not overlook the unity achieved from detached union, the bond-less bond. Hunger is there. But when was it ever meant to be the goal?
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On a seemingly unrelated yet not-entirely-so note: What if Roark had met Katy? Or what if fate had him at cross roads with both Katy and Dominique? What would he have done?
My opinion hardly matters. But I instinctively perceive this as nothing but a worldly outlook at something that hardly might be a complication. Or so it seems to my eyes. Let thine eyes be one. So does the Holy Bible say.
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