A thunderstorm in which one finds shelter amongst the trees.
Colorful noise: breathe it in.
One has to borrow words from poets. Words do not convey properly.
Massive Attack: "love is a verb; love is a doing word".
A word that acts.
Metaphorically, love takes place within hearts. The vitality of organs.
Heartache, heartbreak. Psychosomatic representations of emotional states.
Being struck by it. One is no longer in control.
Control. In love, one no longer craves it. One craves unity.
L. Sott: "Love will tear you to pieces. This is a good thing".
Being torn to pieces and reconstructing oneself.
Love for different objects is never the same. The one who loves changes through time and so does the object.
Divine love: it is usually assumed that the divinity is able to love. Should the divine be loved as well? How could anyone reciprocate?
An old cliche claims that the divinity will ask every individual how much they loved before admitting them to heaven. There is only one possible answer: "as much as I could". If an individual never loves, it is because they were unable to do so.
One does not choose to love, nor hate. Deliverance is only possible through the overcoming of fear, but humans are not able to control how much they fear.
Heartache breeds fear.
Martin Luther: "Imperfect piety or love on the part of the dying person necessarily brings with it great fear; and the smaller the love, the greater the fear."
But is it so? Is fear of death something I can choose? I cannot choose to have faith, to be pious or to like something. Can I choose to love?
Luther wants faith to be a supernatural gift. Grace is not attained through actions: it is given. No amount of human endeavors will suffice to earn it.
Love is never earned. How can anyone deserve it? There is an inextricable element of gratuity.
I know love like a shadow.
