I don’t have that much to do today (for a change), so maybe I could just put down a couple of quick thoughts that came to me earlier.
I was writing about something in the past (recollecting something more like) and it occurred to me just how transitory events in this life can be. Recollection easily tells you how events can change – for good or bad – and how people can too. A treasured moment can so easily fade into a lost one; or an unhappy one fade equally into oblivion to be replaced by a more immediate memory. Both are really the same: a cycle in the human life-span, some may call it. Some things though can never change, however much physical sense or feeling might tell us otherwise; or suggest that some intangible inner sense or feeling has been affected.
One such feeling is surely love. I am not talking about superficial love, cultivated love or ‘sexual love’ (that is surely easy to understand) but that deep feeling that actually attracts two human beings together; that enables them to share an inner love with each other. Can you understand what I mean? That love which remains untainted, that demands nothing; maybe only fulfilment with its source. The source that attracts one to another, without ulterior motive or human desire; without want or lust interfering in any way.
It is perhaps a unique thing – this pristine love that attracts one human being to another, and demands nothing in return except its own fulfilment. But it can be such a fragile thing; and once human feelings try to ‘capture it’ – or take it for granted – it can so easily disappear leaving behind only human emotion, which of itself is really devoid of feeling and can just as easily turn into resentment, even hatred.
It is a tragic thing really to see this happen (and it so often does); but then the original love itself has gone, suppressed usually by human want or desire. But that is not love. That is just a substitute (whether negative or positive) for the original feeling. Love itself though can never be destroyed. In essence it is intangible and pure. It is only human beings that can corrupt it. Or rather, allow their sense of it to become corrupted.