Convalesce
and you may never see the light
Live your life dreaming
and you may never make it out alive
It doesn't matter if you really live your life
because so much of it isn't really lived
but why is it only when you're terminally ill
do you grasp life most fully?
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Passion and compassion
are two ends of a dialectic
Where love becomes and hate becomes love
I don't want to believe it
but is indifference really the synthesis?
is indifference really the synthesis?
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When we learn
that the one answer the fundamentalists actually have
is the one that truly terrorizes us
May be the only time
when I believe in love again
oh let me count the ways
oh let me count the ways
since the process that love describes is not an "idea", it cannot be believed in, or not believed in.
ReplyDeletesince love is the faulty word deposited on an indescribably wonderful biological development, we have forgotten that we just don't have a fucking choice. we are all members of the love church, whether we choose to believe or not. the question is whether we decide to sing along or sit silently as others participate in the mass. indifference is not a synthesis, it is, instead, hidden wishful thinking.
I must say I'm a bit astonished by what you're saying... or astonished you're saying it. I generally reserve talk of love to the poetic. To call it a process is itself an idea. We breathe, a process, but when we talk of breathing it already is an idea, one that is already separated from the process of breathing. In the realm of the poetic, breathing then becomes something, something to believe in or not, even though the whole time, we are breathing.
ReplyDeleteUnlike with love, we cannot decide to or not to breathe. That there is a choice involved with love- to sing along or sit silently- already suggests that free will has something to do with it. No, I don't think we have an actual choice with whether it happens or how it happens, but too much in what we fall in love with is grounded in what we experience, what we haven't, what we believe in, what we despise, what we desire, what we fear, what we know, and what we don't... to think that love is a determinate movement (development)... towards what? Whether I choose to act out on my love (ie believe in) or sit silently does little to hinder the determinant living out of my life. I either live it with passion, or in dismal repression, but either way, life as a biological phenomena as process continues to death. Love has very little to do with it.
And what is love anyway?
Certainly if it is indescribable that it is something that we can only believe in... or not.
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ReplyDeleteglad to be a source of astonishment...
ReplyDeletei consider myself to be a scientist of human nature. therefore, i see love as a process of biology--the drive to attach. since it is in our biology, we do not have a choice (although certain disorders or traumas can short-circuit the biology). notice that i mention that we can sing along or sit quietly--that describes a level of participation, from within the church! we don't have a choice of being in the church, anymore than we have a choice of whether or not to breathe.
if we do decide to stop breathing, we will die. it is the same with love.
i do see love, the process, as a determinate movement--towards attachment, moving us toward the one thing that really matters, and the one thing that really means anything to me at all: relationship. why is this important? because that is how we are designed. just as a reptile is designed to NOT feel anything, but just survive, we are designed to feel something, and attach to the object of feeling. why? who cares. science does not care why--only religion does. science just observes and describes. and that is fine with me.
i think it is just fine to keep love in the realm of the poetic, but just be warned that it will fuck you up but good. there is enough poetry in the natural process of it--don't need to add any...