Can I try to love someone? Try to tell the truth? Try to improve myself? Well, of course I can try, but trying is failing. Nothing I try to do returns the effort.
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.
By recent estimate, there are today more than eight billion ways to love.
Love is not in me or in you. Love is between us. One can ‘see’ the connection between beings who are united in this way, just as it cannot be discerned between beings who are not. “For love effects a likeness between the lover and the loved.”
Thinking is mostly a meandering, purposeless activity. Love doesn’t think. Beauty doesn’t think. Consciousness has no thought process. In Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats wrote that “the dull brain perplexes and retards”.