Notes On Another New Life #23

I once believed love was a spark—those fleeting moments of wonder. The rush of a first date, the dance of discovering someone new. They felt like the pinnacle, the beating heart of the story. But now, I see those moments differently. They’re the invitation, the toll paid to enter the deeper connection terrain. They’re the prologue, not the essence.... See more

But then I noticed that my feeling had stopped short. I was luxuriating in the intense pleasure of love, light, and energy. Here I was, snuffled in our bliss, as we were dying. I saw the wrinkles of age forming around her beautiful lips. Slowly her face transmogrified into an old, haggard woman, gumming the withered appendage of my moldy destined s

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Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it’s crazy. Falling. You see? We don’t say “rising into love”. There is in it, the idea of the fall.

And it goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation. Taking this ghastly risk is the... See more

A relationship, notably, is not an algorithm. It is a gestalt. Far be it from me to say that I’ve figured out what relationships really are or really mean, but I know there is an intangible force formed between the centres of people that sits beyond the limits of interpretation, that is larger than itself and both of you, that cannot be explained s... See more