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>>151681 >>151682 There is something in love that seems to me, now, to be realer than what we think of as real...Something that exists under and above the world that we can know through our senses. I now suspect that every form of love, from the transcendental to the romantic to the familial, is *real,* and has an existence independent of the lover and the beloved and is con-substantial with all the love that has ever existed. I still consider myself to be fundamentally a materialist, and hold it to be a truism that we are made of matter, and matter is made of energy, and energy is comprised of heat and motion, which radiate through waves and particles, which are made from raw information, but from whence does this information arise? I suspect that it is an effect of love. I do not know whether the world is the intentional *result* of the action of love, or if it is an ungoverned, ephemeral effervescence of love, a side effect. I do not know if it is even possible to answer this question. When speaking of love and it is of course all too easy to lapse into cliches and easy platitudes, but I hope, in my future writing and personal work, to do precisely the opposite; to underline the alien nature of love, to accentuate the fact that it is a strange faith, not of our fathers, to which we must convert if we are to find the power to survive in this world, and more importantly find the power to work for change, the most difficult form of change being, of course, the changing of the self...
tl;dr Fuck you and your field too long error.
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