#human fallacy

[iamasexgod]

Just remember

that all of your passions

needs

and desires

will leave like the wind

through the course

of time.

[iamasexgod]

I've stopped writing poetry, for now. I am going to write a book when the semester ends, though. That will be neat.

I was just thinking this morning about how for the longest time, I had these feelings of love for a certain group of women. It should have taken me faster than it did to realize that not only would they hate me for it, but also their relatives would hate me, and their relatives would hate the women, and I would in turn both hate me and the other parties. The hatred, born from good intentions, would boil over until I would most likely either say or do something very cruel and horrible.

Despite the initial, misguided love, the only common denominator would be hate.

And then it dawned on me: what I had for the women wasn't love. For love requires knowledge and understanding, and having met none of them, I didn't nor ever would truly know or understand them. You can't love an idea, or an image, or a mere thought; it has to be a real person, with a real personality. What I simply had was passion, and empathy, both of which are basically very impersonal, or at least can be. Love, has to be personal, and you cannot love someone you have never met. And as for what happened to them? It doesn't say anything about what kind of people they were, or are currently. They could have been people I would have never cared about, outside of the incident. Perhaps some of them even deserved what happened to them. That is a horrible thing to say, but knowing both how complex human psychology is, and how the incident was, I wouldn't put that far into the realm of impossibility.

So, if I don't truly love them, and if I would only receive hate, then the answer is simple. I shouldn't love, for it is not truly love, and I will only become vulnerable in the end. And yet I shouldn't hate, for then I would become another monster to them, and perhaps a hypocrite myself.

All I can do is detach, and try to let go. Have that moment of empathy for the slightest moment, and then move on. For it had nothing to do with me, and never will.

[iamasexgod]

There is

no greater vulnerability

than love.

[iamasexgod]

The only thing wrong

about love

is when it is never returned.

[iamasexgod]

When feelings

fade away

you have to ask yourself

what is left.

[iamasexgod]

All of our efforts

will only lead

to an approximation

of the optimal.