Vacant Love
That night I lost my search for the magic. Yes there are those that tell us we should not surrender the magic but I decided at that moment that I was not going to beg or to sacrifice myself waiting for the magic. I tell you that this was how I felt then and now and it may give you a point of reference if I confide in you and tell you that I never lie but I do not know the truth; and besides I only tell the truth to those I sleep with, an I only sleep with those that I love, and one can only love those that one ignores. To love is to be able to ignore someone for the only way to love anyone is not to see who they are but whom one thinks they are. Women are particularly good at this task which is why men can tell women incredible lies and they will believe them. They of course know it is a lie but they also know the importance of believing that lie. And so it is that women believe men and men really think women believe them, when in reality they are both fooling each-other into believing each-other, which is to say that they are ignoring each-other, so that they can love one another.
By the way this is one of those incredible truths because it is a universal truth, truth one can suspect is not applicable in a universal sense but in a particular sense, it can be as solid as a done dead polar bear but only in a mental or a physical corner. That is, always the same in a particular region but not necessarily applicable in another. The need to ignore someone to love them, is however a universal condition.
One only needs to consider the fact that in order to absolutely love something like god or the universe one must also reach an incredible ability to ignore the self. To become one with the universe one must be able to dissolve ones self from the self which is to say to love everything one must be incapable of acknowledging anything, so to accept everything is not to be, and not to be, by my standards, is not good, so it is a condition that one can only accomplish by ignoring everything. Simply stated to love an individual is to ignore them, to love everything is to ignore the self, and to be loved is to be ignored. All that is just to say that we are not, fundamentally a likable lot. And we know this which is why we can only like those that like us, which of course they don't, really.
The Clown even had a linguistic formula for this it was something that proved a point by ignoring it and addressing something completely different. According to the Clown in order to be loved by someone, one needed two give twice the love that one expected in return, so being loved was a negative sum because one always had to give more love than the love one was to receive. Love having a lot to do with a warm fuzzy felling inside must have in some ways, been disciplined to follow the laws of thermodynamics which meant that the loss of love could not be reversed but that one could stabilize the rate of loss by loving more which would then be returned by half. A loosing proposition indeed but the ability to give love is easier to perform than the ability to generate being loved, which was dramatically the most desired of the two. The Clowns formula for this was To Be Loved, Love More But You Can Never Love Someone That Does Not Love You. However under pressure from his followers, which by the way affected his philosophy more than we would like, he compressed it into the following impossibility: Love Is, To Be Loved By The One We Love. This was regardless a long formula, if only because it required much deduction, but the Clown knew that that was about as simple as you could get on a complex subject like love. The sum total of this was again dismal, love was an impossibility, an infinite subtraction, depending on an addition from a finite resource, In short love is a condition that is impossible to initiate and to chain, it mostly happens by accident like catastrophes, then once the love is within the loss of it is inevitable; all self can do, is decrease the rate of loss. One has to give much so that there is love to loose. So what the clownish equation was really telling us was that being loved, while one loves is indeed impossible which is of course the tragic truth and this was why everyone could pseudo-love one another as long as they managed to ignore each-other. My vacant love grows.
The love carnival fellow certainly belonged in a carnival of sorts, he was a bit chubby, also a bit colorful, much so, generating a festive heart in all that came near. I was immediately happy, immediately spirited to dare to speak with him without permission or protocol. I said, “Hey happy fellow what have you to say to me that they, (pointing away towards the others,) have not already told me?” His shiny face, looking younger than it probably was, responded. “They may tell too much nonsense, sure they tell you what love is, cant deny that now cant we? But what they do not tell you is why we continue to do it? Why is it not the tragedy that it is? Why we welcome it into our lives? Why regardless of the previous pain we pursue it again and again? Why they cant tell you that is because they are afraid but I will tell thee love is no Raven or Albatross. And he proceeded to speak.
By the way this is one of those incredible truths because it is a universal truth, truth one can suspect is not applicable in a universal sense but in a particular sense, it can be as solid as a done dead polar bear but only in a mental or a physical corner. That is, always the same in a particular region but not necessarily applicable in another. The need to ignore someone to love them, is however a universal condition.
One only needs to consider the fact that in order to absolutely love something like god or the universe one must also reach an incredible ability to ignore the self. To become one with the universe one must be able to dissolve ones self from the self which is to say to love everything one must be incapable of acknowledging anything, so to accept everything is not to be, and not to be, by my standards, is not good, so it is a condition that one can only accomplish by ignoring everything. Simply stated to love an individual is to ignore them, to love everything is to ignore the self, and to be loved is to be ignored. All that is just to say that we are not, fundamentally a likable lot. And we know this which is why we can only like those that like us, which of course they don't, really.
The Clown even had a linguistic formula for this it was something that proved a point by ignoring it and addressing something completely different. According to the Clown in order to be loved by someone, one needed two give twice the love that one expected in return, so being loved was a negative sum because one always had to give more love than the love one was to receive. Love having a lot to do with a warm fuzzy felling inside must have in some ways, been disciplined to follow the laws of thermodynamics which meant that the loss of love could not be reversed but that one could stabilize the rate of loss by loving more which would then be returned by half. A loosing proposition indeed but the ability to give love is easier to perform than the ability to generate being loved, which was dramatically the most desired of the two. The Clowns formula for this was To Be Loved, Love More But You Can Never Love Someone That Does Not Love You. However under pressure from his followers, which by the way affected his philosophy more than we would like, he compressed it into the following impossibility: Love Is, To Be Loved By The One We Love. This was regardless a long formula, if only because it required much deduction, but the Clown knew that that was about as simple as you could get on a complex subject like love. The sum total of this was again dismal, love was an impossibility, an infinite subtraction, depending on an addition from a finite resource, In short love is a condition that is impossible to initiate and to chain, it mostly happens by accident like catastrophes, then once the love is within the loss of it is inevitable; all self can do, is decrease the rate of loss. One has to give much so that there is love to loose. So what the clownish equation was really telling us was that being loved, while one loves is indeed impossible which is of course the tragic truth and this was why everyone could pseudo-love one another as long as they managed to ignore each-other. My vacant love grows.
The love carnival fellow certainly belonged in a carnival of sorts, he was a bit chubby, also a bit colorful, much so, generating a festive heart in all that came near. I was immediately happy, immediately spirited to dare to speak with him without permission or protocol. I said, “Hey happy fellow what have you to say to me that they, (pointing away towards the others,) have not already told me?” His shiny face, looking younger than it probably was, responded. “They may tell too much nonsense, sure they tell you what love is, cant deny that now cant we? But what they do not tell you is why we continue to do it? Why is it not the tragedy that it is? Why we welcome it into our lives? Why regardless of the previous pain we pursue it again and again? Why they cant tell you that is because they are afraid but I will tell thee love is no Raven or Albatross. And he proceeded to speak.
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