120 philosophical essays you must read in your life

Chapter 108

Chapter 6 Chapter 12 Love

[UK] Lawrence

Love is earthly happiness.But happiness is not everything.Love is coming together, but there is no meeting without separation.In love all things are united into joy, but they would not come together in love if they had not been separate before.Love is also like a tide, which is completed in an instant, and then there must be an ebb.

Therefore, coming together depends on parting, the contraction of the heart depends on relaxation, and the ebb and flow of the tide depends on the ebb and flow of the tide.There will never be eternal love.

This is because love, strictly speaking, is a kind of travel. "Traveling is better than arriving", someone said.It means a firm belief in the relative eternity of love, and it means a belief that love is a means rather than an end.Strictly speaking, this means a belief in power, because love is a cohesive force.

Love is a journey, a movement, a meeting.Love is a creative force, but any force, spiritual or physical, has polarities.

So is love.Love is the attraction that draws mind to spirit, body to body, in the joy of creation.But if everything is bound in love, there will be no more love.Therefore, for those who are in love, it is better to travel than to reach the destination.For to arrive means to pass through love, or rather to complete love with a new transcendence.

Love is never an end, it's just a journey.In the process of traveling, good lovers always perfect love and surpass it.We arrived at our destination flawlessly like a rose.

Love has multiple meanings, not just one meaning.The love between men and women is both sacred and secular; the love of faith says "I love my neighbor as I love myself"; there is also a broader love, in short, love is a kind of cohesion.

【Together with you】

Love is not only the missing of parting, but also the face of daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea when getting along, without the slightest dullness.

Love is a cup of fragrant tea, which is quietly placed on the desk immersed in reading, and there is a little tenderness in the cup.

Love, at the same time, is an umbrella, propped up at the entrance of the rainy alley, how much warmth is shrouded under the umbrella.

Love is looking at each other, holding a quilt and laughing.

Love is waving away and waiting to return at the door.

Love is the empty mind, the shore of hope when the soul is wandering.

Love is a heart full of depression, when the brows are heavy, a bright red plum blossoms at the beginning.

Love is the color of ordinary life.

Love is music in the middle of a busy day.

Love is a support that bears a burden.

The power of love is enough to prop up the tilting world.

The source of love will always nourish colorful life.

Love is a river of emotion that originates from the foothills of the plateau, and then turns thousands of times, flows thousands of miles, and flows into the sea.

Isn't the fun of life just swimming in the river of love?

Love is not sweet words in the mouth, love is not casual vows; love is the mutual understanding of the soul, love is the silent words when hugging each other, love is the rhythm of human beings and nature.

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