Love, and the Foundation of What Is

Love really is a tricky thing. Much like the rest of the aspects of human life, it is so complex, yet so whimsically simple at the same time. There is so much fear that surrounds love in our society. It is even reflected in the language we use; one always 'falls' in love, never for example, 'rising' up to it. It has very subconscious negative connotations in our world. And yet, everyone describes love as the most wondrous thing, it carries you away and folds you gently into reality. Of course not all love is this way, but the ideal love that we have created for ourselves is much in this image. It is something so widely feared, and yet it is in fact love that constitutes all of existence. It is the base for all other forms of emotion; when I feel anger, it is for love of my pride or self that has been hurt, when I feel fear; it is the selfish sort of love for myself that freezes my limbs when action is needed. It is the love for feeling emotion, that allows one to feel it at all. This brings the question to my mind: Is emotion the foundation for what is human? And if so, what is it that constitutes humanity?

Emotion is everything we see, feel and touch all at once, for it is the fundamental element of perception. One's emotions, change his view of the world on such a complete and fundamental way, that we have entire stories and epics written for this fact. Conviction and will and some, love and tragedy in others. Illness of emotion, once viewed as illness, begins to show itself in the body in many such ways. And so, if emotion in the foundation of perception, then love is the foundation of emotion, and what constitutes perception, will make up all of existence. This poses another question. Is the Universe, at its core, also love? Perhaps. The Universe is only what one perceives it to be, and love is the founding of perception. Such would be the simple answer, but the intricacies must be further explored. Everything that comes to pass, is emotion. From the nature and cycles of the stars, down to the life of a fruit fly. So elegantly simple is all this, for there is nothing more to be perceived than what is, but it is human nature to complicate its perceptions. The fundamental elements that create the stars in all their fire and fury, are all the very same that make life and stone, something to be seen as so catastrophically different, yet all one in the same. There is no such thing as difference, and no such thing as singularity at the same time. It is the wonderfully paradoxical nature of life, and indeed of love. One wants love, but does not know how to actively get it, and the more one tries to get it, the more one becomes unloved by themselves, and by others. So in the same way, the more our methods of scientific inquiry advance, the more we begin to see; every atom, despite being the building blocks of everything that is material, are just as complex as what they create. The Universe has an unfathomable knack for getting lost in its uncountable forms, enjoying itself all along the way while laughing at us for being confused at its simple nature at the same time. It is indeed only the perception of the human mind that allows for the concept of complication. A bee knows not what the chemical makeup of pollen is, nor does it know how it is produced, but manages to make something beautiful out of it, honey. It does not need to know, for if it knew it would get bogged down in knowing, and never create the honey it needs to manifest itself through its offspring. The bee does this without knowing it, only knowing that what it does produces honey. Human beings however have the blessing of self knowing. The bee feels he needs to make honey, and loves to do it, but he does not know he is making honey for the beekeeper, not himself. The human being knows he needs honey, and cultivates the bee to to it. It is a vastly useful thing to be self aware, and to have emotion, but of course with it there is a flip side. Fear of fear itself, and anxiety are only a couple of the trials of self awareness. Yet we fail to see, how it is emotion that presides all of existence. The birds sing for they know their song is beautiful, the creatures of the sea speak to each other, spreading secrets we will never understand.

The Universe is fundamentally the same way. It loves itself so that it complicates itself unerringly. Why? Because that is its nature, and its nature is love. Always man looks to the future, the capacity to look forward begging us to attain more; or in fact that there is something to attain at all. It gives us the impression that we are making our lives easier, when all we are doing is making it more complex. It is true wisdom to see things in their beautiful simplicity, to see a flower, as just a flower; not a series of organs leaves and processes which produce something of incomparable beauty. The very act of wanting to know why it is beautiful, destroys the beauty that it had to begin with. Thus the pursuit of modern science, though undeniably necessary, has placed these complications on the human mind. In schools, we do not teach children how to interact with the world, instead we show them how to cut it to pieces, destroying what was beautiful to begin with.

Yet, it is this ravaging curiosity and over-complication that allows us to see that we are doing it in the first place. The Universes' love for being human is what allows us to be human at all. And so behind every action, every drive and instinct; behind every mischievous nudge or wave the Universe gives us that its there, there is love. Love for the love of itself. Or, as is referred to in Zen, meditation for meditation's sake.

And thus the spectrum of love, and so the spectrum of emotion constitutes all that is, and all that isn't. Because, in being part of everything, it is everything. This is our first dive into the nature of love, and what is the fundamental ground of being.

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