#975

The act of sensing love is an act, (or action), like any other, of looking, or acting upon, of which the ego is brought into existence, defined and sophisticated. The ego is centralized through activity, and it is constructed by activity. Like the mountain, the ego is not an object; it is an event, or like the Great Dividing Range, a series of events, continuously moving, unfolding. To unfold is to move, and to move is to divide from a place of centralisation, or birth. To be centralised is the direction of the ego, dividing itself from its counterparts in its inauthenticity, both in movement and sense. It cannot mirror love, or witness the mountain, it is the reflection of an event, it is the image of itself divided by itself, always elusive, not in a lifetime seeing a single mountain, or event of love. There is always an uncertainty in love, a hidden fraction of love that remains imperceptible. Each person contains too much, too diverse a body of work, a catalogue, divergent, for one person to be in harmony with. A choice of strength, made by those of weakness, creates a world of absence. Our experience of love is part of the unfolding process of that which we call ourselves, and yet, I say there is no self prior to the process of love and loving, and our attention to express and receive it from birth is shaped by others and the community as a whole. Love is always visible somewhere in the world, even if the nurturing environment is one of acidity and abandon. In some corner, some moving, undefined space between trees, there is a glimpse and fragrance of love, to ignite the engine of self, through this kinetic ritual of conflict. These two dimensions, whose dissident orientations provoke the division of self, with abandon and surrender to emotional disturbance, the natal atmosphere in which we launch ourselves as a project, and the private compass of love, a hidden nation which we look to penetrate, or allow for revelation. Both are painful in their discovery, and alignment with our heightened attention to the mirrored will of the barbaric reflection of god as humanity.