February 7, 2008

Louis de Bernieres: Love

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides; and, when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being ‘in love’—which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

“Love, itself, is what is left over when being ‘in love’ has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground—and, when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches, we found that we were one tree and not two. But, sometimes, the petals fall away and the roots have not entwined. Imagine giving up your home and your people, only to discover after six months, a year, three years, that the trees have had no roots and have fallen over. Imagine the desolation. Imagine the imprisonment.”

—Louis de Bernieres, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

February 6, 2008

Elizabeth Gilbert: “Soul Mates”

“But I really loved him.”

“Big deal. So you fell in love with someone. Don’t you see what happened? This guy touched a place in your heart deeper than you thought you were capable of reaching. I mean you got zapped, kiddo. But that love you felt, that’s just the beginning. You just got a taste of love. That’s just limited, little rinky-dink mortal love. Wait till you see how much more deeply you can love than that. Heck, you have the capacity to someday love the whole world. It’s your destiny. Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing.” I was actually crying. “And please don’t laugh at me now, but I think the reason it’s so hard for me to get over this guy is because I seriously believed David was my soul mate.”

“He probably was. Your problem is you don’t understand what that word means. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror—the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you and then they leave. And thank God for it. Your problem is, you just can’t let this one go. It’s over. David’s purpose was to shake you up, drive you out of that marriage that you needed to leave, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light could get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you had to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master and beat it. That was his job and he did great, but now it’s over. Problem is, you can’t accept that this relationship had a real short shelf life. You’re like a dog at the dump, baby—you’re just lickin’ at an empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And, if you’re not careful, that can’s gonna get stuck on your snout forever and make your life miserable. So drop it.”

“But I love him.”

“So love him.”

“But I miss him.”

“So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him—and then drop it. You’re just afraid to let go of the last bits of David because then you’ll really be alone. But here’s what you gotta understand. If you clear out all that space in your mind that you’re using right now to obsess about this guy, you’ll have a vacuum there, an open spot—a doorway. And guess what the universe will do with that doorway? It will rush in—God will rush in—and fill you with more love than you ever dreamed. So stop using David to block that door. Let it go.”

“But I wish me and David could—”

He cuts me off. “See, now that’s your problem. You’re wishin’ too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be.”

This line gives me the first laugh of the day.

Then I ask Richard, “So how long will it be before all this grieving passes?”

“You want an exact date?”

“Yes.”

“Somethin’ you can circle on your calendar?”

“Yes.”

[…]

“You gotta learn how to let go. Otherwise you’re gonna make yourself sick. Never gonna have a good night’s sleep again. You’ll just toss and turn forever. Lemme guess—that’s probably what you were up at all hours doin’ to yourself again last night.”

“All right, Richard, that’s enough,” I say. “I don’t want you walking around inside my head anymore.”

“Shut the door, then,” says my big Texas Yogi.

—Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

John Welwood: Soul Connections

“A soul connection is a resonance between two people who respond to the essential beauty of each other’s individual natures—behind their facades—and who connect on this deeper level. This kind of mutual recognition provides the catalyst for a potent alchemy. It is a sacred alliance whose purpose is to help both partners discover and realize their deepest potentials. While a heart connection lets us appreciate those we love just as they are, a soul connection opens up a further dimension—seeing and loving them for who they could be and for who we could become under their influence. This means recognizing that we both have an important part to play in helping each other become more fully who we are. A soul connection not only inspires us to expand but also forces us to confront whatever stands in the way of that expansion.” —John Welwood

July 9, 2007

Heart Reef, Australia

Heart Reef. Great Barrier Reef, Australia.

“If the apple’s worth wanting…”

Mrs. Farley: “There’s nothing more romantic than going through life, with all of its spins, with someone you love. Someone who loves and understands you. Someone who’ll be there for the big bouquets—children, grandchildren, a new house, a well-earned promotion. And for the weeds—illnesses, a burned dinner, a bad day at work.”

Sam: “There are people who get used to taking care of the bouquets and the weeds alone.”

Mrs. Farley: “I admire independence. The world would be a stronger place if we were all capable of handling life on our own. But being capable of it doesn’t mean being unable to share and depend on someone else. It shouldn’t mean being unwilling to. That’s the romance.”

Sam: “I never saw my parents share much more than an affection for Italian designers and a box at the opera.”

Mrs. Farley: “That’s a shame for them, isn’t it? Some people don’t know how to give love, or how to ask for it.”

Sam: “Sometimes the answer’s no.”

Mrs. Farley: “And sometimes it isn’t. Some people expect things to fall into their lap. Oh, they might work a bit for it. I’ll just shake this tree and, if I shake it long enough, that pretty red apple will plop right into my hand. Never occurs to them that they might have to climb the damn tree, fall out a couple of times, get some scrapes and bruises before they get that apple. Because, if the apple’s worth wanting, it’s worth risking a broken neck.”

—Nora Roberts, Face the Fire

Toni Morrison: Love

“Young people, Lord.

“Do they still call it infatuation? That magic ax that chops away the world in one blow, leaving only the couple standing there trembling?

“Whatever they call it, it leaps over anything, takes the biggest chair, the largest slice, rules the ground wherever it walks, from a mansion to a swamp, and its selfishness is its beauty. Before I was reduced to singsong, I saw all kinds of mating. Most are two-night stands trying to last a season. Some, the riptide ones, claim exclusive right to the real name, even though everybody drowns in its wake. People with no imagination feed it with sex—the clown of love.

“They don’t know the real kinds, the better kinds, where losses are cut and everybody benefits. It takes a certain intelligence to love like that—softly, without props. But the world is such a showpiece, maybe that’s why folks try to outdo it, put everything they feel onstage just to prove they can think up things too: handsome scary things like fights to the death, adultery, setting sheets afire. They fail, of course. The world outdoes them every time.

“While they are busy showing off, digging other people’s graves, hanging themselves on a cross, running wild in the streets, cherries are quietly turning from green to red, oysters are suffering pearls and children are catching rain in their mouths expecting the drops to be cold but they’re not; they are warm and smell like pineapple before they get heavier and heavier, so heavy and fast they can’t be caught one at a time. Poor swimmers head for shore while strong ones wait for lightning’s silver veins. Bottle-green clouds sweep in, pushing the rain inland where palm trees pretend to be shocked by the wind. Women scatter shielding their hair and men bend low holding the women’s shoulders against their chests. I run too, finally. I say finally because I do like a good storm. I would be one of those people on the weather channel leaning into the wind while lawmen shout in megaphones: ‘Get moving!’”

—Toni Morrison, Love

ESTJ seeks INFP: Looking for Love Through Personality Tests

“Do you know what I learned from you? I learned what’s possible and now I must hold out for what I thought we had. I want to be very close to someone I respect and admire and have somebody who feels the same way about me. That or nothing. I realized that what I’m looking for is not what you’re looking for. You don’t want what I want.”

“What do you think I want?” I asked.

“Exactly what you have. Many women you know a little and don’t care very much about. Superficial flirtations, mutual use, no chance of love. That’s my idea of hell. Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, Richard, in which there is no love. Horrible! Leave me out of it.”

—Richard Bach, The Bridge Across Forever

“As an empathist, you strive for a special union, a mystical connection, a knowledge of the other that is so profound that words aren’t needed for communication. The empathist wants to make a mystical connection with one special partner: growing, learning, understanding, maturing, as a continuous process throughout life.”

Continue reading “Know Your Mating Type: The Intuitive Feeler (NF) Empathist”

“INFPs feels tremendous loyalty and commitment to their relationships. With the Feeling preference dominating their personality, harmony and warm feelings are central to the INFP’s being. They feel a need to be in a committed, loving relationship. If they are not involved in such a relationship, the INFP will be either actively searching for one, or creating one in their own minds. INFPs tendency to be idealistic and romantically-minded may cause them to fantasize frequently about a “more perfect” relationship or situation. They may also romanticize their mates into having qualities which they do not actually possess.”

Continue reading “INFP Relationships”

In general, INFJ, INFP and INTP types tend to be the most dissatisfied with marriage or intimate relationships, while ENFJ, ESFP and ESFJs are most satisfied. —MBTI Manual, 3rd edition, 1998

People tend to marry similar rather than dissimilar types. This happens more often than would be expected by chance. —MBTI Manual, 3rd edition, 1998

INTP men tend to have the lowest percentage of relationships in which both partners were satisfied. —MBTI Manual, 3rd edition, 1998

Extroverted and introverted types can have vastly different expectations for a Friday night. At the end of a tiring work week, extroverts are often eager to go out and socialize. Introverts need to stay at home to recharge their batteries. —Life Types, Warner Books, 1989

Continue reading “ESTJ seeks INFP: Looking for Love Through Personality Tests”

A Soldier’s Letter

“The continued, childish pursuit of ‘tail’ continues throughout most men’s lives and overshadows everything else.

[…]

“I think most men hit the point where they decide to get married simply out of social responsibility and guilt. They feel they owe it to their parents or somehow that’s the ‘proper’ thing to do. In reality, I have only met two ‘happily married’ men in my life who give their wives the level of dedication and respect women deserve.

[…]

“Most women can’t see it though. They fall for it every time and end up getting used, and then discussed in crude conversations around the world for the next 20 years.”

Continue reading “A Soldier’s Letter”

I/E: When Opposites Attract

At the very least, say introverts and extroverts who are in love, life is surely interesting.

“Trust me, we’ve had our challenges,” said Lariza Ozuna, 39, a self-professed introvert engaged to extroverted Andrew Carlson, 32. “But we’ve also had our triumphs.” For starters, Ozuna is learning why her fiancé would prefer a trip to Las Vegas over her preference—a weekend at a cabin “up north.”

Continue reading “Introverts and Extroverts”

Osho: Love is Fire

Love is painful because it creates the way for bliss. Love is painful because it transforms; love is mutation. Each transformation is going to be painful because the old has to be left for the new. The old is familiar, secure, safe, the new is absolutely unknown. You will be moving in an uncharted ocean. You cannot use your mind with the new; with the old, the mind is skillful. Hence, fear arises—and leaving the old, comfortable, safe world, the world of convenience—pain arises.

It is the same pain that the child feels when he comes out of the womb of the mother. It is the same pain that the bird feels when he comes out of the egg. It is the same pain that the bird will feel when he will try for the first time to be on the wing. The fear of the unknown, and the security of the known, the insecurity of the unknown, the unpredictability of the unknown, makes one very much frightened. And, because the transformation is going to be from the self towards a state of no-self, agony is very deep. But you cannot have ecstasy without agony. If gold wants to be purified, it has to pass through fire.

Love is fire. It is because of the pain of love that millions of people live a loveless life. They suffer and their suffering is futile. To suffer in love is not to suffer in vain. To suffer in love is creative; it takes you to higher levels of consciousness. To suffer without love is utterly a waste; it leads you nowhere, it keeps you moving in the same vicious circle. The man who is without love is narcissistic, he is closed. He knows only himself. And how much can he know himself if he has not known the other, because only the other can function as a mirror? You will never know yourself without knowing the other. Love is very fundamental for self-knowledge too. The person who has not known the other in deep love, in intense passion, in utter ecstasy, will not be able to know who he is, because he will not have the mirror to see his own reflection.

A relationship is a mirror and the purer the love is, the higher the love is, the better the mirror, the cleaner the mirror. But the higher love needs that you should be open. The higher love needs you to be vulnerable. You have to drop your armor; that is painful. You have not to be constantly on guard. You have to drop the calculating mind. You have to risk. You have to live dangerously. The other can hurt you; that is the fear in being vulnerable. The other can reject you; that is the fear in being in love. The reflection that you will find in the other of your own self may be ugly; that is the anxiety. Avoid the mirror. But by avoiding the mirror you are not going to become beautiful. By avoiding the situation you are not going to grow either. The challenge has to be taken. One has to go into love. That is the first step and it cannot be bypassed. You become aware of your totality only when you are provoked by the presence of the other, when your presence is enhanced by the presence of the other, when you are brought out of your narcissistic, closed world under the open sky.

Love is an open sky. To be in love is to be on the wing. But certainly, the unbounded sky creates fear. And to drop the ego is very painful because we have been taught to cultivate the ego. We think the ego is our only treasure. We have been protecting it, we have been decorating it, we have been continuously polishing it, and when love knocks on the door, all that is needed to fall in love is to put aside the ego; certainly it is painful.

It is your whole life’s work, it is all that you have created—this ugly ego, this idea that “I am separate from existence.” This idea is ugly because it is untrue. This idea is illusory but our society exists and is based on this idea that each person is a person, not a presence. The truth is that there is no person at all in the world; there is only presence. You are not—not as an ego, separate from the whole. You are part of the whole. The whole penetrates you, the whole breathes in you, pulsates in you, the whole is your life.

Love gives you the first experience of being in tune with something that is not your ego. Love gives you the first lesson that you can fall into harmony with someone who has never been part of your ego. If you can be in harmony with a woman, if you can be in harmony with a friend, with a man, if you can be in harmony with your child or with your mother, why can’t you be in harmony with all human beings? And if to be in harmony with a single person gives such joy, what will be the outcome if you are in harmony with all human beings? And if you can be in harmony with all human beings, why can’t you be in harmony with animals and birds and trees? Then one step leads to another.

Love is a ladder. It starts with one person, it ends with the totality. To be afraid of love, to be afraid of the growing pains of love, is to remain enclosed in a dark cell. Modern man is living in a dark cell; it is narcissistic. Narcissism is the greatest obsession of the modern mind. And then there are problems, problems which are meaningless. There are problems which are creative because they lead you to higher awareness. There are problems which lead you nowhere; they simply keep you tethered, they simply keep you in your old mess. Love creates problems. You can avoid those problems by avoiding love. But those are very essential problems! They have to be faced, encountered; they have to be lived and gone through and gone beyond. And to go beyond, the way is through.

Love is the only real thing worth doing. All else is secondary. If it helps love, it is good. All else is just a means, love is the end. So whatsoever the pain, go into love. If you don’t go into love, as many people have decided, then you are stuck with yourself. Then your life is not a pilgrimage, then your life is not a river going to the ocean; your life is a stagnant pool, dirty, and soon there will be nothing but dirt and mud. To keep clean, one needs to keep flowing. A river remains clean because it goes on flowing. Flow is the process of remaining continuously virgin. A lover remains a virgin. All lovers are virgins. The people who don’t love cannot remain virgins; they become dormant, stagnant; they start stinking sooner or later—and sooner than later—because they have nowhere to go. Their life is dead. That’s where modern man finds himself, and because of this, all kinds of neuroses, all kinds of madnesses, have become rampant.

Psychological illness has taken epidemic proportions. It is no more that a few individuals are psychologically ill; the reality is the whole earth has become a madhouse. The whole of humanity is suffering from a kind of neurosis. And that neurosis is coming from your narcissistic stagnancy. Everyone is stuck with one’s own illusion of having a separate self; then people go mad. And this madness is meaningless, unproductive, uncreative. Or people start committing suicide. Those suicides are also unproductive, uncreative. You may not commit suicide by taking poison or jumping from a cliff or by shooting yourself, but you can commit a suicide which is a very slow process, and that’s what happens. Very few people commit suicide suddenly. Others have decided for a slow suicide; gradually, slowly, slowly they die. But almost, the tendency to be suicidal has become universal. This is no way to live, and the reason, the fundamental reason, is we have forgotten the language of love. We are no more courageous enough to go into that adventure called love. Hence people are interested in sex, because sex is not risky. It is momentary, you don’t get involved.

Love is involvement; it is commitment. It is not momentary. Once it takes roots, it can be forever. It can be a lifelong involvement. Love needs intimacy, and only when you are intimate does the other become a mirror. When you meet sexually with a woman or a man, you have not met at all; in fact, you avoided the soul of the other person. You just used the body and escaped, and the other used your body and escaped. You never became intimate enough to reveal each other’s original faces.

Love is the greatest Zen known. It is painful, but don’t avoid it. If you avoid it you have avoided the greatest opportunity to grow. Go into it, suffer love, because through the suffering comes great ecstasy. Yes, there is agony, but out of the agony, ecstasy is born. And love will give you the first tongue-tip-taste of Tao, of Sufism, of Zen. Love will give you the first proof that life is not meaningless. The people who say life is meaningless are the people who have not known love. All that they are saying is that their life has missed love.

Let there be pain, let there be suffering. Go through the dark night, and you will reach to a beautiful sunrise. It is only in the womb of the dark night that the sun evolves. It is only through the dark night that the morning comes. My whole approach here is that of love. I teach only love and only love and nothing else.

Love is a tariqa, a method, to kill you as a separate individual and to help you become the infinite. Disappear as a dewdrop and become the ocean, but you will have to pass through the door of love. And certainly when one starts disappearing like a dewdrop, and one has lived long as a dewdrop, it hurts, because one has been thinking, “I am this, and now this is going. I am dying.” You are not dying, but only an illusion is dying. You have become identified with the illusion, true, but the illusion is still an illusion. And only when the illusion is gone will you be able to see who you are. And that revelation brings you to the ultimate peak of joy, bliss, celebration.

—Osho

“To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception…”

“To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him.” —Goethe

“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” —Kahlil Gibran

“Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.” —Shakespeare

“The desire of love is to give. The desire of lust is to get.” —Ed Cole

“Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.” —A.W. Pinero

“More than any other, I am inspired by geriatric love—years old love, decades old love. I love love that takes time to build. I love love that understands every frown, every smile—that comfortable and comforting love. I love love that admits that there are temptations but none of them worth it. I love love that comes from sleeping next to the same person for so long it becomes second nature. I love love that can’t imagine an alternative. I love love that finds pleasure in cuddling up with hot chocolate on the sofa watching game shows. I love love that finds beauty in a saggy boob and a wobbly knee. I love love that endures.” —Unknown

May 20, 2006

“Mutual Weirdness”

“True love doesn’t come to you; it has to be inside you.” —Julia Roberts

“There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart—pursue those.” —Unknown

“We’re all a little weird and life’s a little weird and, when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” —Unknown