Love Thursday, June 9, 2005 6:18 AM
As of late, I heard spoken the word love. I could never quite comprehend its meaning. Those who professed love one moment could very unlove the next. Love was not to be defined. Your heart or your whim could take you where ever love chooses. Baffled by this behavior I committed myself to study. What I discovered was that much of what was said to be love was self serving behavior. The mother’s love for a child is based on an innate drive to procreate as is a man’s desire for a woman.
I was not going to accept that is no love, So I choose to do something I loved, running in Central Park and think about love. it was so hot, I missed running yesterday so today I made sure to get out early. It was already a warm 80 degrees but I knew it would not get any cooler today. With a dry clean t-shirt , shorts, headband and radio I hit the pavement.
Love what is it? The radio replied with the J. Giles Band's “Love Stinks” The appropriateness of the song, the beauty of the day sent chills up and down my body. Defiantly, I could sum up my life’s experience with that song. But I try to hold no resentment for past loves. Those loves made my live richer.
Then there are my family, biologically connected individuals like children, parents and siblings. I love my child. But I am sure he will grow up with feeling of resentment, I hope not. But almost every other relative is burdened by this in someway or other.
I choose to think about love like god. The Jews have an unspeakable name for god YHVH (Yahweh or Jehovah) the idea being that it is impossible to define the all powerful with a name. It puts too fine an edge on its meaning allowing the word to be an agent of your personal needs. Love for me is similar. Love does not require reciprocation. Love is how you feel one with something or somebody. Like a scripted movie track U2’s “one love” started playing on the radio. Another rush electrified my body, my sweaty wet t-shirt now clinging to my body.
I have always had the capacity to love thoughts and ideas; I have not been so good in life with loving people. Ideas can be perfect people can not. But as life passes it becomes more important to share. This site has been an attempt to build up the love from the inside out. Here I express who I am. But the reality is few are really interested. I love doing this and to shame people to come read my articles violates my whole belief on the subject. So it is my job to improve my offering and to attract those close with hope that they will love what they read and will participate.
So I write about my thoughts, my family, and my environment. Just then as I pass by the Guggenheim museum on Fifth Avenue Frank Sinatra starts singing “New York, New York” life is good, for now.