About love

Sometimes the process to consolidate a thought is even more interesting than the thought itself. It is a pregnancy of the mind, labor is painful, but it’s nothing but the closure of a 40 week process that can be extended or shortened to whatever length is necessary to find the truth. In my case it was a hurricane that started in July.

Love. Love and other sources of madness.

The realization that when you love someone, – oh blissful joy – the reasoning about that love has to focus on that which is supreme, controlling every move and action, every thought and desire. It becomes obvious how petty, deceptive, unnecessary and full of betray is letting things get on the way of love. All that matters is that which is more important than happiness or unhappiness, sin or virtue, at least in the basic way in which they are all typically understood. If reason does not lead you in the right direction, it is simply not worth reasoning at all.

Trying to submit the person that you claim you love to your power is not an act of love but of denigration. Love is about growth, about enjoyment, about the capacity to understand. Not each other, but the world around both.

My precious girl, I swear…