Love is the oneness of all that is. All that is abounds in complexities. Complexities stem from love in that love includes the complexities of all that is. A personal story: In 1970, I was at Mardi Gras with a couple buddies. We were moving along in a big crowd, halfway drunk, and a guy pulled a knife on us and wanted money. I was feeling warmth and happiness, I doubt I was feeling curiosity, and in a moment of crazy without thinking joking I said, "I'm with him," pointing to the guy with the knife. He look bewildered, turned and walked away from us. It was a moment of me being real and spontaneous and crazy that derailed that scary dangerous happening and saved us from what could have been. I could have been killed. I didn't do what I did with purpose. I couldn't do it on purpose. I couldn't do it again. Lastly, what helps me see more than the tip of the knife is being sure there is more than the tip, wanting to see the more, maybe being in an usual state, and opening my eyes.
On Feb 3, 2024 David Doane wrote :