Love doesn’t get emotional. It’s not a weather system.
Love and marriage (2)
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Love doesn’t get emotional. It’s not a weather system.
“You look like you’re 20,” I said. “I’m the same age I’ve always been,” she replied.
We are fascinated by our bodies but of “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower” we are mostly incurious.
Who am I? The answer is in the question. All else is who I am not.
Our fascination with bodies effectively obscures True Self, which does not change, age, fall ill or die. I am the light of the world, I AM said, a solar system bar-coded as “Keith.”