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I would like to learn more about love.
It seems to me that there are only a handful of suggestions currently being offered (at least in New York) in response to the following question: What makes life worth living?
Some believe that God alone adds meaning to life. Others develop a sense of happiness or devote themselves to creative expression. I have spent a significant portion of my life devoted to each of these paths, and I believe that there is something important to learn from each.
But then there’s love. “All you need is love,” the Beatles tell us. Or, as the poet Sophocles recorded 2500 years ago: “One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.” Perhaps my personal favorite is Paul the Apostle’s simple equation: “God is love.” I believe he meant this quite literally.
In any event, the centrality and significance of love is so engrained in human civilization that it almost seems silly to question whether this is deserved. It almost seems silly, but that was only until I took a moment to inspect my own life for traces of love and discovered (not without some awkwardness) that it simply hasn’t played a major role up until this point.
Of course, I love my friends and family and value their companionship above all else. But, at the same time, love itself has never been a motivating factor in my major decisions nor has it ever been a central idea around which I might organize my life.
That is, until today.
Beginning from today, I am setting myself on a mission to discover love. This will take many shapes and forms, some of which I don’t yet know. I will read, I will listen, I will write, I will experiment, I will practice, I will sing, I will dance, I will meditate, I will think, I will get high, I will get low, I will cultivate, I will eradicate, I will take, and I will give. But above all else, I will notice. And then I will record what I notice in the posts that follow.
Thanks for joining me. I hope you enjoy.