The Love Theory

Hi,

Today we have decided to make a new post in English; if you have any trouble with the language you can contact us, and get the Portuguese version of this text for a small amount of money (30.000€). Since all the members of this blog often have issues/situations/events on the love topic, many questions arise every week. The Admiral Rattlesnake wrote a text on this exciting topic and apparently come up with some answers: 

Among all the crazy rides I've been into this life, what disturbs me most, is not the time spent or the disappointments I have found along the way, but my inability to understand a simple but yet intricate network of feelings called love.

I know its a million dollar question, notwithstanding, I never saw a millionaire saying he fully understood what love was all about. If you think it over and despite the fact we talk about love often, we cannot give a decisive, objective, academic explanation on the topic. Not even doctors or uber psychology masters. Sure, they have an opinion on it, but see, it will naturally differ from person to person.

I start even to think that all those ancient treasures we hear about are much likely the formula to eternal love or something alike. We spent, literally (!!!), a lifetime in search of love. The time we don’t spent on it, is much likely, time spent on healing from love. Yet, among all the expertise, science, technology and human development we have achieved, no single answer can be conclusive.

Yet, love is there all the time, waiting for us to unpuzzle it.

William S. Burroughs was known to be extremely cold hearted. Even he, the man who shot his wife in the head, stupidly playing the William Tell game with her, wrote this as his final words before he died:

“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience – any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no solution. Just conflict.

Only thing that can resolve conflict is love, like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner and Calico. Pure love. What I feel for my cats past and present.

Love? What is it?

Most natural painkiller there is.

LOVE.”

Took him his whole life to understand this, as he wrote it for the first time, three days before he passed away. Why? Why is it that in order to love in all of our abilities, we have to think, rethink, thing again and still, we might not come up with something useful?

Simple. Because, to really feel love you can’t do it on your own. Sure, you can love a deity, shit, you can even love a rock for the matter, but the bottom line is you need to feel loved back. Ah! And this is why no one can give you a simple, direct definition on the subject.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the reason why Bukowski wrote that you should “Find what you love and let it kill you”, as once is found, the purpose of this whole hysteria we sink our lives in, might just be that. To find love. And the road ends.