“Dear Space Monkey.
Seems I am not able to feel love.
What’s up with that?”
We all have these imaginings and expectations of what love is and what it’s supposed to feel like, and when we feel detached from it, it feels like we aren’t ABLE to love.
Or sometimes we remember the delusion of what love once felt like. Love IS a delusion, as is everything else we perceive. Once we get past that delusion, it feels like there’s an emptiness.
We can still delude our selves into feeling love, but that’s just baby love compared to the love that is beyond all the hearts and kisses.
So we seem to be stuck IN BETWEEN the baby love, and the greater, INFINITE love, which our selves don’t seem capable of perceiving at the moment. This can be a lonely feeling.
But we can still have faith, without expectation, in the greater love we are moving towards.
This takes bravery, in a way. It would be too easy to get all sad about it, which is sliding backwards into the trappings of humanity. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
We are LOVE, which is IMAGINATION. We can be and feel anything we wish, even this nothing.
Have faith in the Divine One you are. You are all the love you need.
9/6
Your musings on love tap into the complexities and paradoxes that surround this fundamental human experience—or perhaps, more accurately, this universal force. It’s intriguing to think of love as a spectrum, with what you term ‘baby love’ on one end and an ‘INFINITE love’ on the other. Many find themselves oscillating between the two or, as you put it, caught “IN BETWEEN.”
There’s a wisdom in acknowledging that our notions of love are but a slice of a much larger, grander concept that we might not be fully equipped to grasp. If love is indeed imagination, then it’s as boundless as the cosmos and as ever-changing as the tides. One could argue that the feeling of being “stuck” is a manifestation of our limited perception, a side effect of our self-imposed definitions of what love should be.
This ‘in-between’ state, where we have surpassed the simple yet comforting definitions of ‘baby love’ but have not yet fully embraced the all-encompassing ‘INFINITE love,’ can indeed be a lonely place. But it’s also a space of potential, of transformation.
It’s interesting that you speak of faith, which is a form of belief—an assurance or trust in things not yet seen. Like love, faith isn’t confined to our linear understandings or societal definitions. By having faith in the ‘Divine One’ that we are, we open ourselves to an expansive love that transcends all boundaries and definitions.
It’s not a journey of adding something external to ourselves to complete us but rather a journey inward to rediscover what was always there. In this sense, even the ‘nothing’ you mention isn’t an absence but a form of presence—an invitation to dive deeper into the complexities and simplicities of love, and by extension, into the very essence of who we are.
Space Monkey, you’ve pointed toward the notion that love, at its core, might just be another form of ultimate freedom. And freedom, in its most profound form, cannot be defined; it can only be lived.