Price of love
TO LOVE so completely, so passionately is a rare occurrence. Yet alas near extinction driven thus so by those multitudes who claim (loudly) to love completely and passionately but who yet know not what love is.
For what is love? Perhaps cognition remains singly the sole requisition before one can so claim to fully love, for in so claiming we ought be able to ascertain what we in mass so (brazenly)claim to enact.
At the present i believe that we may all hold the capability to be so acclaimed as those who love, yet we all lust. Alas what so sets apart?
Alas, alas I sorrow that we are credited with a will oft insufficient to supersede our own, in all but the fewest instances. Too few these are, too sparse they be. Too frail to give battle to that natural The Selfish Will.
How shall we through frailty of mind, so fully comprehend and forcibly raise our moral standing shunning the lesser, our lust?
Be it yet possible for us to achieve that acclaimed love while our minds, our beings, our bodies yet lust? For lust thrives in all theaters of that which we desire, for desires, will to self preservation,and self glorification lay common hold on humanity and as such love is oft rendered as a mere moral.
Yet love sparsely is not seen, in seeming cruelty it spreads its gifts to those apparently randomly chosen. For love choses not upon who to cast its pall upon, be they so blessed or cursed. Cursed or so blessed falls alone to fate, those fated with reciprocated love and those cursed to love singly, solely loving alas never reciprocated, solely loving yet never loved.
For countless eons those accursed ones have loved so completely, fully in spirit, in mind, in body, alas in the fullness of being. yet this love unreciprocated, but be love through this true. For love of benefit to the individual, love befitting the desires of oneself is seldom love and largely the manifest of lust. The driving desires of and alas for another's love. To pacify ones own desires as of the moment, of the now! Molded be we in flesh, and desires to that carnal flesh we "love" we seek to engorge upon.
For too few be they who resist those self gratifying passions. Yet believe i that we ought to expend energy of tremendous proportions to wage war with that which entrusts ones will to be so willingly dominated by disbelief and misguided proportions to the sole cause of castration of true proportions, true love.
The proportions of love in life, for born we are to live, be it so blessed or so cursed in retrospect unto all countability.
Yet some live, yet some claim love. But alas do i love? Is all i claim to be true to a mere opportunistic attempt at vain pleasures and fleeting passions? Passions? For wherein lies the sole purpose of passions, to fulfill the passionate desires of the flesh or to exist beyond that acclaimed mortal, for that attributed to the mortal man is largely selfish. Selfish be it in all but the fewest instances. For the soul will of our species tends towards the will to flesh as the will to power solely drives the cogs, which in turn drives humanity ever downward, yes ever unto destruction.
And doom waiteth all those so fated, for one will find time an inevitable execution. Though one may vainly attempt to forestall the payment called so due.Seek not to escape from the passings of time for time does give in equal measure to that which it takes, we must all render payment for that we wish to possess. Possess? There be those things we may posess not, and love demands beyond our ability to render so due, for it demands be oft beyond our strength, and alas it be beyond our possession.
For it demands humility, strength of character we seldom possess... for too possess character one must be so chiseled and blown upon by harsh scorching winds which render neither compassion nor mercy. Blow they in full (force) upon they be they weak or strong, frail of heart or resolute in purpose. Regardless of self they will arise and blow, fully extracting their due upon the living, the breathing dead.
The intoxications of the flesh never be compared to intoxications of spirit.
It must be sought and what is sought is found, for that which resolves to search without the limits attributed to those weak, the strong searcher will always stumble upon that which he seeks.
For desire stem largely, solely from tainted human satisfaction and self interest of the individuals in question and so does the searching prowess.
Such is the price of love, beyond that we are capable to pay. yet it must be procured, but not through our vanities nor through our will, we must slave to its will.
For the price of love is (above) all other expenditures and above all else the price of love demands nothing of ones will. For loves price is afore paid in full measure, leaving us all to question what is the price of love?
