Most of us have experienced enough of the world to no longer be naive about it. We know what it gives and we know what it takes away. We have memoires of joy and we have memories of sorrow. As long as there is love, there is always hope. It's tempting to feel at times that you blew it in the past.
Sometimes when I think about all the suffering in the world---from totrure to slavery to war to child abuse---I'm awed by the realization there must be some tremendous counterforce keeping humanity from completely self-destruction. Considering the fact that every second someone is born. Every second someone is dying. The cycles of life continues, circling the globe at every moment. And consider this: Every second, someone somewhere is having ecstatic orgasm. I think this circle of ecstasy is probably doing as much to keep the worked from flying apart as is any other force.
Once you're a certain age, the idea of wasting any opportunity-particularly the opportunity to loving fearlessly. And fear, while rarely justified, is often understandable. Letting go of fear that has accumulated over many years, it order to be able to experience the love standing in front of you right now--
What happens when we separate from a beloved is that we reexperience our orginal separation from God--or at least the illusion that we could ever be separate. In fact, such a separation would be so shattering to the enitre universe that the universe could no longer exist were it to be true. The truth is that our oneness with God and with each other is fundamental, unalterable aspect of reality.
Not consciously realizing any of this, we displace our hunger for conscious contact with God onto our search for a romantic partner. Connection with a lover is intoxication because it reminds us of our union with God, separation is so devasting because it reminds us of what it feels to be separate from him and a terrible catch 22 dvelops...feeling separate from God, I'm hungry for you. But also, feeling separate from.
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