The First World’s darkest fantasy: A return to normal.
Love is radically inclusive, has no favourites, admits no exceptions, neither waxes nor wanes. We cannot speak of ‘true’ love because love cannot be commodified, categorized or confined. “Love everything that breathes,” said Gurdjieff.
The problem is not that we have negative thoughts. The problem is we believe them. Our faces ossify into tableaux of belief.
Nothing in the natural world believes. Especially flowers. Those beautiful losers.
“Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.” Steve Jobs’ last words
“Every heart, every heart to love will come / But like a refugee.” Leonard Cohen’s Anthem
“He ran to his son, and kissed him.”
First we get educated. Then, at some point, we are seized with the necessity of getting de-educated. It took Leonard Cohen five-and-a-half years as a caregiver on Mount Baldy to blank his slate.