The ego’s decision-making is separated from the heart, which is like a tube of love speaking to us. Such a construct allows us to make independent decisions and at the same time have a prompter. It’s our individual matter whether we listen to it or not. No one has the ability to look into our ego and whether our decisions are in line with the heart or not. Love speaks to everyone in a different and unsolved way.
God is love, they say. For me, this means that God is subordinate to love, not the other way around. The paths of love are inscrutable. This is true by definition, because love comes from uncertainty, where time does not flow, where there is no cause and effect. There is no logic. Even if someone knew what love is and how it works, they would not be able to express it in words, because words are a derivative of logic.
Considering whether love is a person, a force, a law of nature, or anything else makes no sense. Waste of oil. What matters is whether you listen to love in your heart or not. Since love speaks to everyone differently, we don’t know what it says and judging whether someone is doing well or badly is just our jaw flapping. Waste of oil.
No one knows what’s in each of our heads. We are completely separated and essentially isolated. This is mainly so that we can enjoy freedom and I don’t want to waste oil on the rest of the arguments.
Why does the ego appear after all? A simple answer comes to my mind. The ego decides what it wants. Initially, one needs to mature to full awareness of one’s self and decision-making, to eventually want to follow the path of love. Love needs your own voluntary will and desire to exist in your head. Whether you return to it depends only on you.
As I understand it, every life begins in love. It is conceived out of love and I leave the further interpretation to you. I don’t want to waste oil on further arguments.
What’s important is that this infinite element of love is in every life and it gives us complete freedom of choice. We can bury it, meaning love, do whatever we want with it, but it will always be with us, because it is the source of our life. Love is not logical, because it comes from uncertainty, so it does not submit to our choices. Even if we make the decision that we no longer want to exist, it has no effect on love. Since time does not flow in uncertainty, I don’t know what the end of love would mean, but to drag the debate further is a waste of oil.
An interesting fact. Determining justice, or not, depends solely on us. No one intends to wallow in this shit. If anything, you’re in it. Personally, I would be disgusted to bring shit home. It’s simply unhygienic and that’s it. Everyone judges or does not judge themselves in their own heart.
I have the impression that if you hate love, sometimes considered a weakness, as if a key part of yourself, it’s like fighting windmills. The more you abuse love, the more it will return to you with its tail between its legs. You can torture it, tie it to a tree, etc. you know what sometimes happens with puppies and animals. But it doesn’t work on her, it just causes pain, because as a reminder she comes back with her tail between her legs. You can run away from her indefinitely, but uncertainty is everywhere and we just have to reconcile with love, meaning ourselves. The decision is only each of ours separately, so it’s cool you can run as much as you want. The rest of the debate is a waste of oil.
I don’t know if it can be important to anyone, because they are curious about this heart in their chest. Unfortunately, you won’t find any clues here except within yourself. So dig or feel and that’s it. I don’t know if it will help anyone, in my known case it’s like love gives happiness and joy. Pure positivity. That’s if there’s no threat. You don’t feel fear and anxiety. You don’t have to wonder what tomorrow, or what yesterday. It’s like paradise. You live here and now and everything is great. In case of danger, it’s a bit different. This world is limited at every level and so are some people. Love, how to say it, gives a bit of a solution to this. In case of danger, it simply gives power and strength and it compensates for fear and anxiety. The rest of the arguments are a waste of oil.
This world is limited. Logic here too. Time always eventually says check. Thanks to this, victims can breathe a sigh of relief from pain and perpetrators can face themselves. These endings are sometimes quite nice because they give victims a sense of justice and thus heal their wounds. The rest, if you want, you can fill in yourself. I don’t want to waste oil.
I guess I’m already wasting oil on pulling this post. You can take whatever you want from this.
Love is a mystery, there’s no logic there. Everyone can interpret and find it themselves. Sometimes it’s quite a nice activity. Sometimes it’s not just a feeling as if nice, cuddly and as if pink. And the fact that it is unpredictable only adds to its charm.
Cool enough,
wonabru
