Love Through Time

Love Through Time

“He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.” -Leo Tolstoy.

I agree that most of the things that are said about love are true. Whether by writer or doctor, artist or lawyer, dear or not … Everything is true; at least for someone.

After all, we all have different perspectives and beliefs.

When it comes to love, there is no exception, if anything; love is the only thing that is as vast as the world itself, as the ocean and the air, the atmosphere and beyond.

But what causes love? Does the phenomenon of cause-effect also apply? Could it be that love is the cause of love itself?

But then, there is no point in trying to detect which is the cause and which is the effect, since you cannot know when or where one begins and ends. There onlyfans free trial 
is no point in trying to figure out how to find it if it is what you have.

If you give it, it’s because you have it.

But do you have it because you give it … or do you give it because you have it?

Maybe that’s the magic of love. It is endless.

It is like the sea that stretches across the horizon. The water merges with the sky at sunrise and sunset. You cannot know for sure where the water ends and the sky begins. The sun is the only factor that can tell you where you are standing, at sunset or at sunrise.

“We imagine love shaped like a heart because we don’t know the shape of the soul.” -Roberto Brault.

True or false?

I choose true.

What is a soul like? Does it have a shape, for example? And the heart? Who says that love comes from the heart? And who says that the mind is in the brain? Science does not. Aren’t people always complaining about anything that science doesn’t say isn’t true?

Nerve impulses come from the brain, and blood comes from the heart, of that we are sure. But love? Where do feelings come from?

I guess imagining love as a heart is the closest we can do to shape it.

But what if it came from all of us? What if it were in every part of our being, of our body, in every cell? What if it were the same with our mind and with our soul? Or better yet, what if all those things expanded even beyond our bodies, and if they were limitless and without end?

What if?

And then I wonder, why do human beings always need to shape things? To give them a way that we can understand?

One thing is clear to me.

We are terribly scared of even having the idea of ​​something we don’t understand, something without form, something we have yet to learn, something we don’t really know the answer to, and we choose to give those unknown things some form that we can. it can be related to the way we see the world. And yet, giving something a particular shape will not always make us understand it and that is where fear comes in and fear leads to hatred, most of the time.