To  H a v e  o r  t o  L o v e?

The stories on the longevity of the domestic dinosaurs seem to be exaggerated...

But the human is not an object of possession. A human cannot belong to someone, a human may only be with someone. Rumi, immersed in love, cried out: "The food of the lover is his love to the bread, not the bread itself..." And Jesus proclaimed the Kingdom of God on Earth, where everything comes from God, and where any claim for possessions is meaningless...

A popular saying, "craving to possess the subject of one's desire", (or, craving to be possessed by the subject of one's desire) is an indisputable evidence of the sentence that people have pronounced on themselves. The great delusion and great misconception, imposed for millenia, is the belief that love may be substituted by passionate possessing, by sexual games, by eroticism. The centuries upon centuries of war between the two phantoms, the "masculine" desire for domination and the "feminine" sensuality - this is precisely the weak spot that was used and will be used by socium in order to control human lives.

Without keys to the Space of Love, stuck at one's own (other's) lack of translucency, the man turns from "loving" to "possessing", and makes an object from the other, a talking thing. The other returns the compliment, and the mutual self-destruction takes place that is amazing in its sincerity and its stupidity alike. In the ultimate limit - the erotic sunrise of the "empire of sensuality" with the sunset into the "empire of lust" ruled by emotional beasts, a deadly pitfall of separateness, the factual suicide, the death by strangulation by the other. In the everyday life - the non-stop civil war between the two, who were made "after the image and likeness of God", but who waived the right to be themselves for the joy ride on well-studied way to the well-known goal.

The man advances for the sake of achievement, the woman advances for the sake of advancement itself. To reconcile the pleasant process with the achievement of a decent goal - it is the best move indeed, albeit it is the best among those that do not produce any meaning. They are attempting to get closer, but only run against fears, disguises, words and habits. They do not see, do not feel each other, and they end up in tears, despair or anger. Rarely blaming oneself, far more often blaming the other, and sometimes blaming God. How to see, how to feel that there is a way out... and that it is not a secret passage?

The heights of Love are unapproachable, unless the defeat of non-possession is accepted, unless the helplessness of Love is experienced and realized. And the joy of this disenchantment shall open up the mystery of non-possession. And the object shall disappear. And one space shall flow into another space, and shall fill up each other, and shall become one, yet remaining the two. And that, what has been feared, shall happen - the Encounter.

Then why it is so desired, and so feared of?

"Oh, flow of my Love!
I'm drifting don't know where..."

Uncertainty is the prerequisite for the Encounter. Uncertainty is that what frighten us, stops us, and leads us away. Tempting by the easiness of possessing, lulling by the familiarity of the laws and principles.

And who would needs this uncertainty? Not the emotional animal, neither the suicide. For them any uncertainty is worse than the deadly virus - what if the programs will lead them into the unpredictable? And then, the power of procreation does not lies in the uncertainty either. And so, being a just a bit "passionate and hot-blooded" is never frowned upon...

Why would we need Uncertainty? For us, it is not needed at all...

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Oh, common sense - the god, the power, the truth...
So many have been brought to destruction by you
So many have been saved by you
You are the kindest judge of all!
 
Then let us sing of dauntless courage and of folly
Of the COMMON NONSENSE, of the parish of the Temple of Uncertainty,
who dare the perils of love, giving and surrendering,
without hope, but with joy casting bread upon the waters

AT + Eva, Vilnius - St. Petersburg, May 27, 2001
From the "Let us Compare our Illusions" Dialogs [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
Published in the "Subject and Reality" magazine, #3, 2001.
Translation by I. Shpigelman, 2006