Three Little Words

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato

When a baby is born it knows nothing of the world and its complexity. It knows not of institutions, social hierarchy, or political correctness. The newborn child knows not even of its own existence. However, as the cord is cut and the child is given to the mother, the child begins to understand the most fundamental aspect of the human experience. That is, the sensation of the feeling known as love. 

       As time passes and that child grows into adulthood, that blissful ignorance of life is no more. The evils of the world have fallen upon the eyes of that once-child, and has stripped it of its innocence. 

 Lost inside the sometimes dark travels, that once-child carries the lovely sensation in the background of its heart. It takes the sensation with it through the hills and the valleys, through the sunshine and the rain. It is carried within the once-child not as a once felt feeling in decay, but as a power in hibernation. 

 That is until one day, where the once-child looks into the eyes of another, and the sensation awakens. It is at that moment where the dimness fades, and the world begins to fill with color. 

 It is at this viewpoint where human beings are most capable and willing. To go beyond the barriers of what is considered possible. To live not just for the progression of the individual, but for the benefit of another. In a world filled with so much chaos and confusion, love is the force to make time stand still. 

        Such is all things, the magnitude of the force is influenced by the purity of the sensation. Not all love is created equal. The love of which I speak of is what the ancient Greeks called Agape, or unconditional love. It is the purest and rarest form of love, but also the strongest and most impact-full. 

      Agape can be found in the actions of King Edward VIII. Who stepped down from the highest position in the world to marry Wallis Simpson. It can be found in the track marks along the Eurasian continent, where P K Mahanandia rode a second hand bicycle for more than 4000 miles to marry the woman he loved. It can be found in the countless letters written by the women of the greatest generation, to their lovers fighting tyranny thousands of miles away. 

       Love can be complicated. It can bring out the very best within someone, or lead them to ruin. It can build bridges, just as easily as it can destroy them. But deep down within all human beings lies the craving for its gratification. It makes us vulnerable, but then again that is what makes us human. Maybe it is playing with fire, but in a mortal world does it really matter if we end up getting burned?