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By willtobe1 Date: 2006 Sep 28 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.28.09.55.15072]] |
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How precious and huge are the many paradoxes of Love! For example: Though women are physiologically the "receivers" and men the "givers" in the love-dance, linguistically women are always asked to "gimme some" while a man in the towering mood is said to "take" his woman. And another one: we start out our journey on the yellow-brick road of Love in wide-eyed wonder that someone might be able to know our thoughts and needs before our words are formed. But we find, after adventures untold and hardships uncounted, that truly it is as it has been said in the last words of the last song of the last Beatles album: the only things you really take from love will be the best that you have given. But the weirdest paradox of all (though there are no doubt many more -- any takers???) is the bit so elegantly expressed by Sarah143 in Making Love: "Touch me until I am no longer there, just a piece of the darkness of your eyes" How can it be that at the acme of absolute togetherness, a moment often hijacked but always hollow unless completely shared, at that exact point of supreme giving to another person - how is it, I say, that at that VERY MOMENT -- we disappear so completely into ourselves, and become for a moment a blank and vacant inward stare, the body remaining of a being not then there (leaving your lover to be, for that moment, "just a piece of the darkness of your eyes"). In some religions the climax is thought to be a little death, so maybe this is like the river-Baptist's burial immersion, but a burial into the self, to emerge out of self into a new moment of selflessness, of absolute having-given. It takes a lot of trust to let yourself die in another's arms, even for a moment. So strange, so strange, so very, very strange... ...and yet so very true. |