Sunday, July 18, 2010

Love

What is love?

The question has been asked by nearly everyone alive at one point or another. Haddaway wrote a song asking it. Artist Howard Jones asks the questions in a bit deeper way: "What is love anyway? Does anybody love anybody anyway?" Millions quite possibly billions of songs have been written about love from rap to ballads to religious songs. But just what is it?

Douglas Adams writes in one of his books: "The Encyclopedia Galactica, in its chapter on Love states that it is far too complicated to define. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of love: Avoid, if at all possible"

This is what Wikipedia says about love:

Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my wife"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.

As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual emotional closeness of familial and platonic love to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love. Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.


On the website 'Love Lessons' (a site which I do not frequent, only discovered in my research) I read this: "Psychology portrays love as a cognitive phenomenon with a social cause. It is said to have three components in the book of psychology: Intimacy, Commitment, and Passion," (read the rest of the excerpt here: http://www.love-sessions.com/whatislove.htm).

Very possibly the best work on the subject of love that I have ever read was by the author C.S. Lewis entitled 'The Four Loves'. I would type it up here in its entirety if that were legal. I encourage all of you my dear readers to acquire that book and read it many times.

My own thoughts on love have been greatly influenced by Lewis' but some of the thoughts are my own.

Here is what I think about love:

I think that there are at least two kinds of love that ought to be called love (at least as the word is commonly used today).

The first love is an emotion. It is something that we cannot fully (or even partially) control. I do not pretend to have even the slightest grasp of its intricacies. It is a pull from one person to another that leads to a desire for closeness. This is a VERY broad umbrella. It could include physical attraction, emotional attraction (some call it a ‘need’), or many other sorts. I am not going to try and sift through all of these. However, these are what someone might mean when they use the phrase ‘I am in love’.

Now, I believe, there is another aspect to love. In many instances it goes hand-in-hand with the romantic love. In fact, I do not believe that the romantic love can last without this sort of love. This is where I draw from my hero because it was from his work that I first read this thought: the opposite of love is not hate (as many people assume) but it is selfishness. So let us assume for a moment that the opposite of love is selfishness (and you may disagree with me here and disregard the rest of this argument if you like). So let us work back from that to what love is.

I think that we can all agree that selfishness is a form of taking. It is taking for yourself and denying to others. I think it is also entangled with pride, a putting others underneath yourself. A man cannot change his own standing in his own eyes only of those who are around him. So, to make himself seem higher and exalted, he does his best to place others underneath him. This leads to things like children keeping toys from their playmates or men hogging the remote (not to have power over his wife but because has lowered his wife’s preference of television show below his own).

So let us flip that on its head. That would mean love is a lifting of others above oneself, using your own abilities for the good of others rather than for yourself. Some people might call this ‘unselfishness’, but that is the negative of the concept. By definition ‘unselfishness’ would be not selfish (which would be the lack of selfish actions). Love is then the act which is the polar opposite of selfishness. C.S. Lewis (and many older people of the church) used the word ‘charity’ synonymously with love. I think this is very apt (I am not speaking of a condescending form of charity that springs from pity but from am honest desire to see another prosper).

This sort of love can be seen in many different ways. In a family, a father might work very hard to provide enough for his family to live well (harder than we must have worked for himself alone). A mother will spank her child when he is naughty even though she abhors the idea of causing him pain because she desires him to be raised well. On the battlefield a soldier might jump in front of a bullet for another infantryman. A man walking along the street might buy a beggar a sandwich. These would be displayed of love. The Christian Bible says: “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (KJV). If laying down your life for someone is the greatest love, then laying down lesser things would same also to be love of lesser degrees.

This is seen in marriage most clearly I believe, where love of this sort is essential because two people are living in such closeness that if there is not love, there must be something else and anything besides love between two married people is disastrous. The man and the woman both must love the other, putting the other first and working for the good of the other (and the family as a whole if there are children). Marriages that are built on love of this sort, I have seen last for decades and beyond, “Till death do us part” was said and accomplished. I have observed many relationships and marriages and the ones that I have seen that were good and healthy were built on this sort of love.

So this is love, according to a Humble Writer.

P.S. I understand that is is a small bit of knowledge/opinion on a small portion of a much greater topic. Please take from it what you can and forgive my lack of further insight.

What do you think love is and how do you go about it?

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Wind

Ruach
by a Humble Writer


How can a man be lonely with the Wind-God as his friend?
Who speaks in ceaseless whispers
to those who would be listeners.
A man cannot be lonely with the Wind-God as his friend.

How can a man be lonely as he walks among the trees?
and hears the leafy laughter
of autumn weather bluster.
A man cannot me lonely as he walks among the trees.

How can a man be lonely as he sails out on the sea?
He sees the Wind-Gods power
in white-capped waves that tower.
A man cannot be lonely as he sails upon the sea.

How can a man be lonely as he walks the city streets?
Though soulless grime enmeshes
the Wind-God's breeze refreshes.
A man cannot be lonely as he walks the city streets.

How can a man be lonely ever in his life at all?
He finds himself a closet
and locks himself inside it
and never hears the Wind-God's whisper in his ears at all.

A man cannot be lonely with the Wind-God as a friend.
If ears are kept to listening
the Wind-God's whispered whistling,
how can a man be lonely with the Wind-God as a friend?



Wind


We all have an idea what it is. It is that invisible force that moves trees and leaves and bits of paper around. It allows sailboats to move and kites to fly. It can be gentle as a kiss or fierce as a slap in the face. It is a knife on a cold day and a balm on a hot one. Wind carries scents to our noses from elsewhere (both good and bad). A wind is an blessing in a field of flowers and a a grim reminder on a battlefield.


Wikipedia says that: "wind is a flow of gasses on a large scale" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wind)


I am not a fan of post-modernism but my question for you today my dear readers is this: "What is the wind to you?"


The wind to me is a person.


Yes, I am mad.


Now that sanity is no longer a factor, I shall explain. I have almost always thought of the wind as a person (or the words of a person who spoke the wind as words). I speak to the wind and when I can hear the wind or feel it on my skin, I have never been able to feel lonely. I love every sort of wind from the tiniest zephyr, to the roaring gusts that shake houses and rip limbs off trees. I have strained my ears to understand the language of the wind. I have not yet discerned what it is. Here is my theory: wind speaks in a language of the soul.


The ancient Hebrews had a word for wind: 'ruach'. It was also their word for the spirit of God (my inspiration for the poem). I think they had something going there. The wind speaks directly to the soul, not to the ears or eyes like verbal words or writing on paper.


The wind is a comforter to me when I am sad. It is a further joy when I am glad. It was refreshment and peace on a busy day, causing me to slow my haste and pause for a moment. It causes me to tremble in fear and excitement when it rages, tossing trees like grass. When it stings my face on an icy winter day, it reminds me that I am alive and happy to be so, bringing a light to my eyes. In these and many other ways, the wind speaks to my soul.


Does the wind speak to you?



Slightly Related Insert: "Name of the Wind" by Patrick Rothfuss is a superb fantasy book. I highly recommend it to all fans of fantasy literature. www.patrickrothfuss.com/content/index.asp



My dear readers,


I apologize for the lacking posts recently. I will endeavor to meet my goal of one post a week more diligently from now on. Until next time,


A Humble Writer