Somewhere, Someone Can Define It
LOVE is! This is the DNA of love. It can’t be defined exhaustively, for it only can be described once examined in its context. This does not mean that love is subjective. The essence of love is objective, because it produces the same effect irrespective of the context. Ice, water, and mist all have the same molecular structure; whether we see it as a solid, liquid, or gas is dependent upon the context i.e., the temperature. Love must not be reduced to emotion or passion that drives our behavior. Love does not react with charisma, it responds with precision, thoughtfulness, and intention. Love requires the submission of our free will. Therefore, at its basis, love is something we willfully choose, not something that randomly happens to us.
The great debate in our conscious revolves around whether love is a verb or noun or emotion or words used to deceive. If we force love to wear one definition, then we do a disservice to ourselves and the world around us, because we fetter our understanding. Once this happens ignorance will pervade, because charlatans will stubbornly and superstitiously befuddle our mental with dense fog rather than refreshing clarity. So, if another person in another state attempts to expostulate our understanding of love, let’s say from the noun perspective, he becomes alien and a threat because their definitions clash (This is an ironic contradiction because how can a debate on love become hostile or condescending?).
The great debate in our conscious revolves around whether love is a verb or noun or emotion or words used to deceive.
Since the start of humanity, we as a people have endeavored to define, understand, and attain this elusive, inscrutable love. In fact, we, with hubris, debate YHWH on what love is. In every generation this omnipotent unknown, that is love, is given a new face, a new identity, and a new purpose. The task to describe love is titanic, an endeavor like eradicating racism. I ignominiously aver I have lived an unloving life, thus I am not worthy to expatiate upon such an invigorating, eternal reality. I can only point you in a direction, one that reveals what love means and is.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essetinal is invisible to the eyes.”
