It looks and feels like a big sack of meaningless sentimental mush to me. But what ever floats your life boat lacewing.Lacewing wrote: ↑Fri Aug 27, 2021 3:54 pmSure. But there is also more than that, I think... both of which I have experienced. The love of a baby or young child... so full of joy and openness and acceptance for another spirit/person they see, perhaps for the first time. It looks/feels like a pure form of love to me. Also, there is love offered quietly to another... which can be felt even if it's not talked about. It can be healing. That has been my experience.Dontaskme wrote: ↑Fri Aug 27, 2021 1:44 pm There's an energy that moves toward comfort and pleasure, in it's drive to survive. A moving away, and avoidance of toxic physical harm is an automatic reflexive function of all sentient feeling creatures..
I wouldn't call it love, I'd call it a reflexive advantageous move away from the experience of what would otherwise have been a disadvantaged situtation.
I need to be alone, simply because I know we are all being alone with our own selves all the time. I know you simply cannot know another self, you can only know you…and that goes for every other you. If you think you know another self, you will be in for a very rude awakening, that has been my experience. Quite frankly, I couldn’t really give a shit about being alive. I just happen to live aliveness because aliveness just happened to happen to me. I have no attachment to it whatsoever, I’m just enduring it. Sometimes I laugh out loud at it, other times I despair at it, either way, it’s got me, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about that.Do you trust yourself?
I have many opinions about living things, I like to play around with them as if they are entertaining me somehow, and it’s something to do while I’m waiting to die. I can quite happily amuse myself all day with my own opinions, and that makes me happy.