What is love? Baby don't hurt me.

Actually love as a force can be defined apart from homo-centric calculations.
Love can be witnessed in nature at large.

 

Okay! But you can't define an apple either! There are thousands and thousands of edible apple types!!! Wooo!

 

Love does not have a description, as it is different for everyone. You will not know what love is, until you encounter it. Then you have to determine if you are feeling infactuation, or true love.

 

Ok but now you're talking one on one relationship status. In which I don't necessarily agree with the infatuation/true love theory. I think true love starts at infatuation. And then....what the fuck is true love? So many people think it's the absolute right set of characteristics that make someone absolutely right for you. That's really unrealistic and unfair (only in my opinion because I'm inexperienced). I think that really any two people can find themselves in true love. That there are millions people absolutely right for you.

But. I was just wondering if this one on one relationship thing is a prerequisite for Doing** love. I'm not really concerned with these ideas on what being in love with someone is. Atleast not at this point in my life. It's not exactly the most important thing. In fact, a relationship can stand in the way of someone like me trying to find the true inner self.

In trying to find the true inner self I must realize what love there is in my picture. This thread really was the product of my self loathing in fear I that I don't make love. What I learn from people here and from realizations throughout my days that love takes form in many many ways. That I love to give love.

 

The feelings are pretty grand, definitely, at least in my experience. Sooner or later, always heartbreak, too.

Love is patient, kind, unenvious, modest, gentle and humble and so on (I wish I did better on the anger part. Sigh).

I think with psyches, many of us saw, really saw and even experienced the potential we didn't know we had. Maybe I should say "I" - but I think others as well. Saw ourselves as beautiful, saw the potential for love. Began working to real-ize these things.

Then the questions that always come along ... so what? What does this have to do with me? I've been doing these sacred things and seeing these sacred visions. What to do?

When you find out
Who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams

 

Oh man, far out. The picture finally appeared in my post!!!!

I am smrt. I am smrt!

 

Haha awesome.

Yeah I've discovered those same possibilities. "So What?" is right, though. But then not. I guess it's just being able to realize we are those possibilities. We are all beautiful. We are living creatures with souls on planet earth. We are in tune with some sort of eternal energy.

 

-Neil Young

 

Romance is the egos substitute for love.

 

So what? The question for me was, how then should I live?

Quote: "We are all beautiful. We are living creatures with souls on planet earth. We are in tune with some sort of eternal energy." Right, and I can only speak for myself here, but one of my problems is that these things slip so easily from my mind and there "I" am again, irritable, greedy, etc.

 

Love as we measure it on a day to day basis, is the love we create on a day to day basis. But the daily creation is not from thin air, just rivulets we pull from the axiomatic fabric of reality.

Or to borrow an analogy you've used, the experiential love is the particle form, and the wave form is ontological love.

perhaps an unnecessary complication in thinking, but it doesn't feel wrong.

That's how it will always be. Always. The irritable one is as divine as the blissful one. When atman stubs his holy toe, atman feels holy rage.

it is not that you are perfect *and then* this annoying non-perfect thing called "ego" is painted on you, like a cruel graffiti, denying you psychic powers and a constant emotional state of ecstasy. The ego is the final twist and twirl and spiral of your fractal being, the last little dabble of ink.

You have been tricked into thinking it is not welcome, but all is welcome, there is not one grain of sand out of it's place in this universe, much less your ego.

 

Calculating is one thing love is another. Love is what we are, not what we do.
Love does not seek its' own they say, without measure, unconditional.

 

Love as being is not as easily visible as love as action. Or isn't it? Depends on whether you are looking outward or inward. Love as being is harder to point at, which is what mind craves.

 

Depends on whether you recognize yourself.

 

Let go and let love in. There are so many things that you can love that it is wayy to hard to define it. It is different for everyone.

 

My wife says you're full of it

Actually I've been working on this project (less anger) for more than 40 years now. Made some serious progress. But yeah, it's still there, but so much less (and I'm grateful for that)!

When you grow up with that shit it seems normal. And very difficult to change.

 

But an asshole is as important as a mouth.

 

moshka, i don't think you need to be IN love to DO love.
those are two different things. there should probably be two different words for it, but being users of psychedelics, we are not strangers to the idea that language is far from perfect.

i feel like the type of love you are talking about is small acts of kindness to strangers. why would that be dependent on having a lover? be a good person man, i have no doubt that you are.

there's no problem with thinking, just stop worrying. stop fearing.

 

This is why we meditate.

 

Existence is a very selfish thing.
There is only one thing anyone loves - themselves.
To love something that you perceive outside of you is just to see a part of yourself that you identify with in that thing, and you love it. We love things that we see ourselves in.
For those who love everything (none on this board), they see themselves as a part of everything, or everything as a part of themselves. Inside-out, Outside-in. A peaceful form of insanity in the modern sense, all I know is that love is empathy, and it is simultaneously the most beautiful/painful thing in the world.