I dunno whether its the reefer madness that is taking its effect or the songs in "into the wild" which made me remember this book. I dunno that books name but found it while searching some books on Kafka.. with all short essays in terms of conversations about love, marriage, mother, father etc etc... ... Journal of introspection I must say.. And now I am remembering the contents of that conversation and adding my own things to that...
I love you
All right don't say it so often.
Why not?
Because this is an illusion.
What Is?
Love. You and Me.
Us?
No there's no us. Just you and me
Why does it make you so angry?
Because it isn't real. there is no us, there's you and there's me. There is something between us, I admit that I feel it, but it isn't love. It can't be,because there's no such thing. Love is an illusion.
If you don't love me say so.
I can't feel what doesn't exist.
I love you.
Stop it, you don't know what you're talking about.
I think I do. I believe that I love you and you can't deny that you've been investigating that u love me, or the feeling at least for me the feeling is real.and that feeling I have got it into existence.
Listen we are two different people.
Of course, Am I not very lovable.
Of course you are lovable.
Then why is it an illusion
Maybe I mean that we expect too much from it. You overestimate its power. you enlarge love until I see the flaws in it. Don't overdo it. When you believe in love so much I have to warn you, and Maybe warn myself, It's an illusion
I accept as I find it.
But we didn't just find it. we constructed that by probing, I'm questioning whether we've constructed anything objective?
It feels objective to me. I am constrained to think of you in a certain way, and I have feelings for you, new feelings which are like theorems that come into existence as they are proved. We don't have our feelings until we examine them and find out what they are.
You can't prove them
I can.
See, You are my imagination and I am your imagination.. There is this interaction between our imaginations and postulates of one another will never finish.. If it were love this would go on and on... till the end.. We are not sure its going to end or not...
So it is going where we are intended to go.
It's not that where it is intended to go.. Its just that It should go on.. Without these exaggerations, over amplification of feelings that isn't real.. Just plain feelings running around ourselves trying to find more about others feeling in ourselves.. rather than exaggeration of the same feeling again and again... No boundaries and no obligations...
That's Idealistic.
No, that is the truth, the others is just being something else other than your exact feeling. Void perhaps, The way we create web around ourselves and going on and on till we are caught in that web of desperation for something new... It not pure, scared or something that is defined.. Nor it is bound by mere knots and rituals. Its something more basic and fundamental than that. If someone understands that, I guess they should.
If Love were to be true, then it has no limits it's a process where there is no right or wrong, circles surrounding it, Its just an interaction of thoughts and mere feelings that never ends. And if it were to be real, it's should never be bound by marriage and other external entities..
to be continued..
I love you
All right don't say it so often.
Why not?
Because this is an illusion.
What Is?
Love. You and Me.
Us?
No there's no us. Just you and me
Why does it make you so angry?
Because it isn't real. there is no us, there's you and there's me. There is something between us, I admit that I feel it, but it isn't love. It can't be,because there's no such thing. Love is an illusion.
If you don't love me say so.
I can't feel what doesn't exist.
I love you.
Stop it, you don't know what you're talking about.
I think I do. I believe that I love you and you can't deny that you've been investigating that u love me, or the feeling at least for me the feeling is real.and that feeling I have got it into existence.
Listen we are two different people.
Of course, Am I not very lovable.
Of course you are lovable.
Then why is it an illusion
Maybe I mean that we expect too much from it. You overestimate its power. you enlarge love until I see the flaws in it. Don't overdo it. When you believe in love so much I have to warn you, and Maybe warn myself, It's an illusion
I accept as I find it.
But we didn't just find it. we constructed that by probing, I'm questioning whether we've constructed anything objective?
It feels objective to me. I am constrained to think of you in a certain way, and I have feelings for you, new feelings which are like theorems that come into existence as they are proved. We don't have our feelings until we examine them and find out what they are.
You can't prove them
I can.
See, You are my imagination and I am your imagination.. There is this interaction between our imaginations and postulates of one another will never finish.. If it were love this would go on and on... till the end.. We are not sure its going to end or not...
So it is going where we are intended to go.
It's not that where it is intended to go.. Its just that It should go on.. Without these exaggerations, over amplification of feelings that isn't real.. Just plain feelings running around ourselves trying to find more about others feeling in ourselves.. rather than exaggeration of the same feeling again and again... No boundaries and no obligations...
That's Idealistic.
No, that is the truth, the others is just being something else other than your exact feeling. Void perhaps, The way we create web around ourselves and going on and on till we are caught in that web of desperation for something new... It not pure, scared or something that is defined.. Nor it is bound by mere knots and rituals. Its something more basic and fundamental than that. If someone understands that, I guess they should.
If Love were to be true, then it has no limits it's a process where there is no right or wrong, circles surrounding it, Its just an interaction of thoughts and mere feelings that never ends. And if it were to be real, it's should never be bound by marriage and other external entities..
to be continued..
12:40 am Feb 5th
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