Then, dear Neiru, I shall simply say that we are speaking different languages with regard to love and that I await eagerly the unraveling of your tale in a deliciously dark thread.
And take it how you will, what I said remains unedited. You are part of what I love, and I recognize love in your beingness, like it or not. 🙄
So for clarification of my linguistic appropriation of the word in question, with which, to bring it back to topic, I am sure my cat would voice his agreement could he type a response, I share this from a collection of my work:
“love: In a drop of water is ocean and rain and tears and nature’s blood. What else is in water is love. Love is what makes water wet. Love just does what the essence of a thing does to be itself. A drop of water can be any number of things. It cannot be dry; it ceases to be water. Without any crying, a tear is not. The ocean without all the drops that make it the ocean is nothing more than a hole full of dead things. Would that imply that love is water? It not only is water, it is all other elements as well. It is is-ness without limitation. Is-ness cannot not be. The more you think about it, it is. The act of thinking is an act of love. You do not not-think and cease to be, do you? Yet not-thinking is a state of love or death (boredom is still a thinking state). Knowledge of not-thinking may be knowledge of death, yet death is also a state of love. Either it is love in potential of becoming or in fullness of perfection. Depends on which side you see. Beyond love there is nothing, yet it is itself not a thing. Even fear is love when it is aware.”
Offered with love and respect from a friend and lover of the dark. 😉
