In a universe with more than a single sentient being, love is an illusion. A convenient lie.
In a reflected universe with only one sentient being, love is real.
You ask me, what is love in the here and now?
I ask…
What’s to love here?
Clarity of what this is, is my solace here, and working to change it.
The closest thing I see to ‘love’ here… is, “I hate this place, but I’ll try to be nice to it, even though I know people are not wise to how existence exists here and are cruel enough to call anything here love.”
Almost everything I see here and now is apologetics, for themselves, for others, for this.
I have an ever so slight peace upon me this moment…
But I know it’s a lie.
The only reason I try to avoid extremely harsh hell realms is that nobody can focus in them.
So when I achieve any semblance (illusion) of peace…
I use that time to focus more, on changing all this.
Most people bask in that ‘peace’ and quit.
Souls are kind of like bodies…
Let’s say you slightly cut a part of your leg. Bodies heal naturally. But, the next day, you cut the same spot again and again and again… it will never heal.
Souls heal naturally when they aren’t poked over and over and over again…
And people have a right to realize when someone is doing this.
You have people like MagsJ… who’s dream is to be evil forever…
And then you have a tongue as vicious as mine.
So she hides. Sometimes it works out that way.
At the ‘end’, all of it’s bullshit.
The only thing that’s not bullshit is all of us changing this.