Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
There is only one form of infinite love. It is a love with no conditions.
There is no part of another person, or oneself, that is static. All can change given time. If a component of a person is loved, that love is exposed to the currents of time. Therefore, that love cannot be infinite, as the waves will grind it into sand.
But time will never erode unconditional love. If love has no conditions, such as common interests, physical appearance, and qualities of personality, then any change will have no affect upon it.
Conditional love is an effect of someone meeting our finite requirements, unconditional love is an infinite cause of love no matter what the other's thoughts or actions.
Love without conditions is the perfect expression of our infinity. With it we take the most powerful emotion and use it to give ourselves to someone knowing that there is no right or wrong way to live, only infinite possibilities.
So what is the unconditional that this love targets? It's hard to say, other than what is simply an attempt to put into words that which lies beyond language. Perhaps two people can find it expressed in a poem or a song, but that expression will only ever expose the peak of the mountain, not all the complexity of the peaks and crevasses that ascend up to it.
Monday, November 2, 2009
That which participates is represented by the body. Blind participation limits the potential of the body and makes no use of the mind.
That which observes is found in the mind. A mind can never truly be free if the body is caged.
The union of the body and the mind brings about an equilibrium of participation and observation. Both are liberated, and each acts as a catalyst to broaden the freedom of the other.
There are few things in this world as mind-expanding as a metaphor. A thought can be transformed into a reality by metaphors. What is finite can be converted into what is infinite through the beauty of this linguistic trick. The greatest minds, those with imaginations that extend past the furthest stars, live in a world of metaphors. When our reality is composed of metaphors and allegories, it has no boundaries except our creativity.
When we play games with the boundaries of language, we are playing games with the boundaries of reality. Infinite language creates an infinite world.
If the universe is a book, it has an infinite number of pages. And it's getting longer. And with each passing moment the Writer types faster and faster. Truth lies in a comprehensive understanding of every page. The brightest minds among us may grasp a handful of pages, at most. Though we can never know truth because we can never know the book, we can look across the most diverse page numbers. We should skip around and choose sentences from pages no one has ever read. We do have a choice over which page we pick and whether we allow the possibilities awaiting in each sentence we come across to enhance our lives, to infuse infinity into them.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Most will only ever blindly participate in life. They will accept the boundaries prescribed by society and be sure not to wander outside of them, from birth until death.
Rare individuals will actually ask questions and seek answers about those boundaries. These observers will be the first to identify weaknesses in someone's view of reality, yet the last to leave their own cocoon of illusory safety, too disheartened to actually take the steps to make the transformations in their world.
They are the infinite among us who both observe and participate. They demolish boundaries they have observed, then proceed to become creators by constantly planning and constructing what they know to be temporary and ever-expanding boundaries.
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