I love myself when I stop thinking about myself. When I’m emptied out and spacious. Love is self-forgetting. In the biblical sense, I love myself when I deny myself. When selfless love hits the headlines, it’s called heroism.
In the interior sense, we take our shoes off when we empty our minds. It’s like bowing, a demonstration of respect, a ritual of humiliation in the face of what we don’t know. Most men were never taught how to listen. This is how.
Any moment that we are not using to think about something is a gilded moment.
The most beautiful thing in the world is space. Space is the defining characteristic of every successful relationship. In the moment we’re aware of space, the mind goes, “Ahhhh.” And sinks into subservience.
“Do you believe in miracles?” If by ‘miracle’ you mean a moment of unalloyed normalcy, of low-shouldered sublimity, of pure being empty of past and future, then yes, I do. If you mean an event when Nature is briefly persuaded to suspend one of her laws, then no, I don’t.