What is love but inconsequential framework finely instrumented by beings of higher intelligence to inhibit mankind into “life as we know it”?
That was the original thought. Constrained to one hundred and forty characters, there is more room to expand that thought but I want to keep this short.
Love is the one phenomena no one knows about. Its science is not fully understood. Yet, for some reason, even the youngest of us feel the pull towards love. And by love, I don’t mean the infatuation rubbish youngins plunge into head first detrimental to the development of their body and mind to its near-maximum capacities; but the love an infant has of its mother. Throughout life, we claim to go through “love” without knowing why we do (or feel the need to). It’s there, it’s innate, it’s primal, it’s …delusional.
None knows from whence it started. None knows how it ends. It transcends logic & arithmetic, the esteemed modellers of “earth as we know it”
Now think with me, if you may.
Assume there was no purpose to all these. Assume the Epicureans are right, and the separation of the soul from its body puts an abrupt end to life itself. Then there would be no meaning to our actions. Love would be a case of—in the words of Professor Katt Williams—”trying shit, trying shit…won’t work; trying shit, trying shit…won’t work; trying shit, trying…switch it up; trying shit, trying shit…won’t work”. Redundant myopic cycles.
But now assume there is some continuation. Yes, the separation of the soul from the body invariably means death. But! What if the soul continues on. And our consciousness can infiltrate another form continuing its existence—and this is the tricky part—…with everything it (the soul and its intelligence) accumulated from earth. Aha! Therein lies some purpose. Pondering more on this would show there is some possibility of an exo-existence; one to which we are a subset.
If there is no such exo-existence, my thoughts beyond this point are meaningless; and if you have something to do, go do it. However, if there is, what do they know about what we call “love”? I am not concerned in an existence to which our concept of love is alien. However, assume there is one… one to which our concept love is so fundamental that they have found a way to engineer love the way we can engineer electrons. Imagine this existence, this civilization, and feel the breath of fresh peace.
Now if this be the case, fellow mankind, we are screwed. They have transcended our logic. They know our arithmetic. Dare I say they gave us both. They can engineer us in ways we are blissfully oblivious to. We are but pawns in their hands. But nonetheless, to them, we should be grateful.