Still, the disconnect between the dual tendencies towards both love and suffering is still not comprehensible to me. It feels to me that there is something simple that everyone, or almost everyone, is missing that would make the nature of reality more understandable.
I think it's difficult to make sense of, from within its own limitations.
It might help to think of our experience in the same context as a movie. Packed full of adventure, intrigue, and tragedy... but then it ends, and the lights come on... and it was real in the sense of experiencing it, but it wasn't real in the sense of seriousness or permanence. It was just an amazingly entertaining experience. There was no real tragedy... everyone was simply part of the cast/involvement... and all of the production of it was seamlessly aligned and connected to produce images floating by on a cosmic screen. It's not as solid and dense as we are.
My "peak experiences" have appeared like this (in a sense). Everything was "in order" and acceptable just as it was. There were no questions. There was nothing to "know". Nothing was "serious". It appeared extraordinarily beautiful as a grand manifestation. Such is a very different seemingly "state of awareness" (and perspective). Our human rules and limitations mean nothing to "that". Neither does our hate, fear, ego, etc. Everything just "is", and it feels perfect as that. (It's more like everything is simply breathing.) We are the ones assigning all kinds of stuff to "this" that we are all continually making up as we go. There's nothing wrong with doing such -- but it might be useful to consider that "our stuff" likely does not apply beyond this. Perhaps that could make us more open to considering the potential and ease beyond our stuff, even while we're here.