Love is the recognition that, on a profound level, the other is part of myself, and I part of the other.
Only if you love yourself
What is it if you don’t love yourself?
Megalomania
Maybe the way I would say it is ‘extending compassion to the other as if it were yourself.’ Its like a rewriting of the golden rule.
I do get what youre saying too.
The topic probably does not go unexplored. Ill do some research.
Ah, you’re referring to the tendency of certain narcissistic people to treat others as an extension of themselves. That’s certainly not what I mean.
The golden rule works for the most part, but it also needs to create the Other to work. What I’m thinking about is closer to the philosophy of Ubuntu, sometimes stated as “I am because we are”.
Seems to me that someone who hates themselves is living with a tremendous shadow that completely cuts them off from unconditional love. Thus one lives in a constant state of war against themselves. I always enjoyed this clip of Alan Watts reading Carl Jung’s thoughts on the subject.
Being in love makes you an expert on love the same way getting run over by a car makes you a mechanic.
Baby don’t hurt me
Honestly I have my suspicions I don’t quite right; maybe it’s something biological, or maybe it’s my childhood. But, I try to be a good person anyway, and help people who have or would help me. They seem impressed, even when I admit this.
There are different forms of love. We’ve known this for millennia. There are also different kinds of understanding.
It might be hard to express in words those feelings that otherwise come naturally and conversely, it might be easy for a person to provide a excellent description of a certain form of love but be completely unable to feel or express it when a suitable situation arises.
The most common one of these, I think, is those people who struggle to see certain others (variable as per preference) as anything other than potential sexual (or romantic) partners, despite likely being able to understand the dictionary definition of Platonic love.
For my understanding of it, in the dictionary sense, at least, see above. For the other sense, I definitely understand some of them. Others I’m not sure.
What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, dont hurt me, no more…
(Would you please clarify the question as the song plays?)
I like Zizeks idea of love being a violent event. Check the yt video by Julian de madeiros which should explain the idea.
You could also read/ listen to zizek talk about it
Do you know what love is? A chemical. Electrons in your brain sending signals. Are you familiar with Ophiocordyceps unilateralis? It’s a fungus that infects ants. It’s amazing, really. The spores take over their central nervous systems and force them to climb to a high point, and then the fungus begins to grow up, bursting from the tops of their heads like a branch. And it kills them, of course. All so it can spray new spores over the jungle, infecting more ants. When people say love, that’s what I think of.
Love is a parasite. I knew it!
So, manipulative, infectious, subjugative, and fatal?
Good thing cordyceps can’t survive in humans due to our higher body temperature.
Yet.
And if that happens?
Seems like “the last of us” goes from fiction to reality…
Or it would be treated by a antifungal.
Hard to tell with things like this whether you get eldritch horror or a trip to the pharmacist.
Do I?
No.
Only the parts Haddaway taught me
baby don’t hurt me
Personally, I think Heinlein said it best: “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
Love is also a choice that you need to make every day.
Next week my wife and I will be celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary. I love her more now than I did back then.
Love is not just one thing on its own.
I understand it in theroy.
But:
Ah the infinite loop.
Some lyrics should help.
Should I try to hide
The way I feel inside
My heart, for you?
Would you say that you
Would try to love me too?
In your mind
Could you ever be
Really close to me?
I can tell the way you smile
If I feel that I
Could be certain, then
I would say the things
I want to say tonight
But 'til I can see
That you’d really care for me
I will dream
That someday you’ll be
Really close to me
I can tell the way you smile
If I feel that I
Could be certain, then
I would say the things
I want to say tonight
But 'til I can see
That you’d really care for me
I’ll keep trying to hide
The way I feel inside
Just recognize it and break the cycle.
I think you misread the meme. So I’ll point you in the direction; the shirts are pride flags.
Its a cycle. You can break it at any point. You might need to quit dreaming.
Oh, so you didn’t go and learn I was playing on the fact that I am Aro-ace?
Ok, ok, I see. There are other forms of love other than romantic love, tho. And the lyrics arent exclusively romantic.
Huh, you are quite obtuse.
Am I the obtuse one? Are you aro-ace or just combative?
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the worldmy blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which sayswe are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis
– ee cummings
