04/04/2011

Love Supreme

You know there are different types of love.

The love you you carry around on key chains, and have printed on t-shirt.

The ready-made type, like heart-shape cupcakes and mass produced valentines cards.

In an old song by Little Paul and the Badger the timely question was asked: is love done by saying I love you and other nice things many times?

Puzzled me for a while, this love thing and I loved the different explanations even though none seemed satisfactory. Like the androgyns, who were chopped in two by jealous gods, only to seek their other half - literally - for the whole of their life. The quest of love.

My own version, that sufficed for a wile, was stolen from Jung who said something - brace yourself for the layman language philosopher friends and shut up - that the constant imbalance between our two integral parts: the human animal and the intellectual makes existence a struggle, since when the human animal is satisfied the intellectual is starving and when we full-fill all our intellectual needs the human animal gets sidelined and gets sick.

Well I thought - at the tender age of 16 - that love heals this bipolar nightmare, with sticking a balance. I know it is not very feminist, but I thought man is the solution.

Surely there is one out there who will both fuck you well and talk to you about interesting things.

And of course there are man equally stimulating in bad and over coffee.

But love is so much more complex than that.

Love learns to read you over the years.

Love makes you a better person.

Love is in fact stronger than death.

Ok hormones lets go for a walk.

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