Love…

Profound love is like humility… one cannot know that one has it. One can suspect that it may be there, but considering (in depth) about oneself “having love” is a bit of a narcissistic action and, as such, negates love; additionally, love is not a possession (so is not what one can merely “have.”) Real love is not (whatsoever) what is measurable; love has an essence of immeasurability.

Unfortunately, the so-called love that many are involved with pertains to images that they have about others (and about other things). These images, however, are what composes their minds from patterns absorbed from the past (and held as the accumulated past). Love, involving absorbed and learned images, is usually very superficial and limited. Profound love is not, for example, a learned and absorbed image (called “I” or “me”) subsequently associating itself with another image called, for instance, (her). A relationship between two learned, fragmentary images is not much of a relationship at all. Love goes beyond the fabricated walls of mental images and psychological symbols. Love is not possession, attachment, nor identification. Profound love may exist when the ego (the image of self) is not. Merely identifying the image of self with other living things is not love. Profound love transcends fragmentation, is eternal, and is beyond the ordinary patterns in time (and of time). Timelessness is an immeasurability beyond self-fabrication.