Is it possible to find love
on an app, or to get some hope up from a movie in the face of an actor?
Isn't it important for us
to understand that we have alienated ourselves from the very common things of life?
We are neurotically worship
nature and lose touch with nature with the consequence of loosing touch with
ourselves.
We seek beauty and love
outside ourselves, in people, in possessions and it becomes far more important
than love itself.
Possessions mean pleasure and everybody loves
to hold on to pleasure, while love becomes banished.
The absolute beauty is in ourselves and how we
could see things, not necessarily in the things about the self.
When the things about us
become more important and we invest beauty in them, then the beauty in
ourselves lessens.
Materialistic beauty is
like a dress we try to cover the nakedness and emptiness of the self. Then the pride of possessions becomes more significant
than people involved.
It means that when the
things outside us become of great meaning, we are inwardly very poor.
In poor isolation is
dependence, and dependence breeds pleasure, therefore creating fear of having
or not, is a sense of despair which has established itself from the
hopelessness of continual gratification.
Caught, in net of despair
and hope, we are constantly feeding on the inward poverty of fear, pleasure,
love and hate.
Love is not the element of
dependence, and love is not a scale of values that one can put on top of
ugliness.
People love to deal with
facts, and we can do with what is and act therefore accordingly, without
becoming an ideology or a useless fanciful attention.
Love and beauty are not comparable
and if one does, it ceases.
It is the mind that refuses to see that what
has become mechanical.
Love is like seeing, which
is not this process of thought; seeing is always new, and fresh, and active.
Seeing and thinking are of
two different orders altogether, and has to be careful not to taint the vision with
inward blindness.
Therefore the happy ever
after is at the beginning and not at the end.
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