Here is a nice one for your Sunday afternoon Ive been lucky enough not to lose anyone I love except my grandfather to actual mortality. But that doesnt mean that I havent experienced symbolic death, symbolic death in the form of love lost. Theres a reason that melancholic movies get under my skin and why I cant look at most Instagram photos for more than a few minutes at a time. Because I get sad over something I havent necessarily lost yet. Falling in love is like staring into the sun and finding that instead of blinding you, it illuminates you. And all of a sudden, you went from being blind and then you can see. Its the moment of feeling like you are complete for the first time. Roland Barthes says, all of my desires, abolished by the plentitude of their satisfaction. Love is fulfillment. Love is to overflow. Love is spill over. Love is aesthetic arrest. Love is the italization of experience. Love is getting caught up in something larger than yourself. Love is radiance beyond all previous limits. Its consummation, its consecration. Its a dance with the divine. Its, I went to God just to see, and I was looking at her, reflected right there in front of my eyes. Thats love. And so when you lose love, when you break up with somebody you cared about, somebody in whose arms you felt the promise of forever, and you felt the promise of eternity, you felt the promise of souls merging. And then to contemplate the idea that there was a time when we were together, and now we are not, how could it be so? How could it exist, that once we were us and now we are not? And then you look at old videos and old photographs, and you cant believe that there is a reality playing back there for you. You are seeing a replay of something that was real and tangible and solid. And whered it go? And whered it go?
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 14:57:23 +0000
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