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.”
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.
All that matters happens in the background. But we don’t get that. We’re matter mad. Image freaks. Movie goers. Background is experienced in the space between objects. Between words and thoughts and prayers.