An Ode, In Prose

Another Ode to Love.

I think the world will never grow weary of people writing about Love. Painting about Love. Making music about Love. Making Love.

80% of cinema and theater is about Love.

Many wise philosophers have risen to the challenge of making sense of Love in the context of our lives, the most common and favorite explanation offered being that of concept of Soul Mates. For those unfamiliar with this, let me give a brief overview and my sources are mostly Coelho and Murakami, for better or worse. According to an ancient Greek myth, it was believed that God created every human being as a combined entity - a four legged creature that was either half male and half female (male/female), male/male or female/female. Each of these human beings were happy until one day our race did something terrible, much worse than the Original Sin from what I understand, and God split the two halves. Since then human beings have been considerably less happy, and spend a fair amount of time thrashing around the world looking for their other, separated half, also called a Soul Mate. Because in this myth human beings were born and re-born and split each time, each person has many Soul Mates, but may come across only one, or if they are lucky -two, in one lifetime. These Soul Mates are found through Love, and until one finds that Soul Mate, one is never complete and never truly as happy as possible. The Soul Mates feed each other's souls with Love and infuse each other with life, joy and energy. So they say. And admittedly, why Love is able to do these things remains beyond our grasp still. Especially when this love is not for another human being, instead for an idea, a dream or even an inanimate object.

Humans usually obsess over things they don't understand, ideas they can't grasp, money they don't have and people they can't date. We obsess over Love because we don't understand it. And also because when its grace passes through our lives, we experience heaven and hell, all in one memory, one season. It is almost like existing on another plane for a while. No other emotion has no much power, or so much complexity.

Thus, I am intrigued with Love. Plagued with it. Chained by it. Freed by it. Just like every other human being. Whether you realize it or not, at any given point in time, you are in Love. With something or the other. With or without your knowledge. Human beings are social animals and Love is essential for their survival, their motivation. If your soul is devoid of love, a switch goes off in your Being and you realize that for some strange reason, you are feeling empty. It is almost like clockwork that our maker buried deep inside of us.

Love is for different reasons. It comes in our lives as an answer to our prayers that were heard. It comes in our lives when we need to grow and learn in different, new ways. When our body is exhausted, it looks for water. When the soul is exhausted, it looks for love. In its most recognizable form, Love is because of another human being.

Thus, I am in Love. And I truly feel blessed. The universe is finally beginning to conspire to heal my soul, to color me bright and fresh. All those books talking about the magic of Love are finally beginning to make sense. I am beginnging to experience the broad, yet specific physics and chemistry of Love. Bear with me here. I can explain, I swear.

Geekily speaking, when the natural frequency of two hearts beating is in sync, this resonance is called Love. It is two human beings, two different individuals interacting at the same wavelength with the effect being a powerful, synergistic energy. It is this energy that makes you think you can take over the world when you're in Love. And this energy can neither be created nor destroyed; it merely passes from one individual to another. So when we feel Love, we infuse each other with its brilliance and power. The results can be tremendous and highly impactful.

Love and Greed are the greatest motivators in the world, and thus, this emotion is capable of creating so much change that sometimes, its power becomes forbidding. When that happens, we tend to turn to solitude for some calm. Yet, Love continues to tug at our subconscious just like that clockwork. It is like a radioactive isotope that once you come in contact with, some part of it always stays with you like a beam of radiation hidden in some corner of your heart. Of course, this radiation does have a sort-of half-life and with enough time it dies out. However, living in the world that we do, we are constantly hit by these radiations without even realizing it. You can walk down the street and feel completely and hopelessly in Love with the colors you see on the leaves in autumn. You can be standing in the crowd at a concert and be so overcome and moved with Love for the music that tears well up in your eyes. Yes?

Thus, Love, actually, is all around. You can feel it in your fingers. You can feel it in your toes.

Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows.

[Love is all around by Wet Wet Wet. Check it out.]