By B.K. |
Date: 2014 Apr 24
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I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we are both unhappy, and we both suffer.|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot
Sometimes this broken heart gives birth to anxiety and panic, sometimes to anger, resentment and blame.But under the hardness of that armor there is a tenderness of genuine sadness. This is our link with all those who have ever loved.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality.
Dr Martin Luther King Jr.
There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of, vast ranges of experience, like humming of unseen harps we know nothing of, within us.
D.H Lawrence, ÐTerra IncognitoÓ
The relationship between commitment and doubt is by no means an antagonistic one. Commitment is healthiest when it is not without doubt but in spite of doubt.
A thousand half loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
Love is about control and loss of control. In love, we give ourselves up to each other. We lose control or, rather, we cede control to another, trusting in a way we would never otherwise trust, letting the other person hold the deepest part of our being in their hands, with the capacity to hurt it mortally. This cession of control is a deeply terrifying thing, which is why we crave it and are drawn to it like moths to the flame, and why we have to trust it unconditionally. In love, so many hazardous uncertainties in life are resolved: the constant negotiation with other souls, the fear and distrust that lie behind almost every interaction, the petty loneliness that we learned to live with as soon as we grew apart from our mothers breast. We lose all this in the arms of another. We come home at last to a primal security, made manifest by each others nakedness.
And with that loss of control comes mutual power, the power to calm, the power to redeem, and the power to hurt.