Human Love

[Razard86]

The harrowed journey of mystery, into the depths of a paradigm. The fear of uncertainty constantly challenged and faced at one's own pace, towards the heralded trophy of promise. To reach the imaginable, to dream what is not onto what is, to amaze oneself in performance of act. To grow confident, to grow arrogant, to grow scared, to plan, to act rashly, to ruminate, to consider, to make a decision. 

To hold onto dearly of the memories of triumphs and failures, to cling tightly ever more to one's sense of individuality, one's self expression. To carve onto one's surroundings one's impression, like a carving in the sand one realizes one's form, but in the end...impermanence shall claim it. The wave shall return the form to the emptiness of lack of form. 

Achievements shall wane, victory shall be forgotten, kingdom and institutions shall fall and give rise to new establishments. The human shall grow old and clumsy in comparison. Their muscles weaker, their memory duller, their ambitions feeble. Now the old shall desire comfort and stillness instead of adventure. Now the old shall leave its mark through the passing on of one's wisdom and enjoys its latter years. If the individual found a partner and started a family they pass on all their essence into the next generation. 

At the end of the life well lived, the question remains...what was all the actions for? When events lined up in sequential order they tell....a story. So every action was in service to the story. A story of one, a story of many, an interconnected web of main story and sub stories, all wrapped up perfectly together. This story has no other reference, it can only reference itself through each of the characters, and when the story ends, that is all it is folks. It told its tale and its experience was well lived, but again the question arises what was it for?

It was for no other purpose than the act itself, and now we discover what love is. For a human character within a story, their life is a story that is individual and shared by many. From their perspective they are the main character and everything around them is supporting characters. The human discovers what they are within their story and discover meaning through each experience. But in the end the search for meaning gives way to meaninglessness. A realization that nothing is known outside what there is, and they realize that there is no point to anything. 

Just like there is no reason for an author to write a book, there is no reason to do anything, but then a question is asked again....so why do anything at all? Then a recognition arises from an investigation that passion was the fuel that kept them motivated! The desire for new heights and new discoveries kept them going. They realize growth was beautiful, that trials and tribulations was a wonderful ride. The ebb and the flow, the up and the down, the peekabo nature of the scare around the corner, the uncertain danger, and the yet to be thought of solution and the unexpected resolutions that ensued each ordeal.

The meaning was actually within every moment, the purpose was to discover, to solve each mystery. So the human realizes that love is a mysterious unfolding, that falls in love with undressing itself, it seeks to unravel, uncover and penetrate deeply within itself, all to enjoy the experience of itself. Then the human realizes that life is like sex!!! But even more like a relationship!!! There is a desire to connect, but a fear of rejection, a striving to be good enough, worthy through action to provide for the goal at hand. And to culminate in ecstasy when the moment of truth appears. 

The old man closes his diary....sufficient in his interpretation of what life was for him, he puts the top on his pen and places it down satisfied. He smiles at everything around him, knowing his time is short he lays down, closes his eyes and screams inside "What a WILD RIDE!!!" He then takes his last breath and the world falls away as if it was never there in the first place. Then there is a collapse into an intimate embrace, all is known as one being. The most ancient and the most new, the interconnection of everything possible, the darkest and the lightest embraces and rests.

From nothing, to something, to everything. Over and Over and Over again.