Of all the worn, smudged, dog-eared words in our vocabulary, “love” is surely the grubbiest, smelliest, slimiest. Bawled from a million pulpits, lasciviously crooned through hundreds of millions of loudspeakers, it has become an outrage to good taste and decent feeling, an obscenity which one hesitates to pronounce. And yet it has to be pronounced; for after all, Love is the last word.
Knowledge and Understanding
Cribb Comment :
You have to make yourself completely vulnerable to experience true love and the true positive passion of such. Without such a sacrifice, love will always remain an “obscenity”, something that remains a joke, a farce, a con; only a means of manipulation or self delusion. Without such sacrifice, love will remain a “tool” of the masses that displays how animalistic, how hypocritical, how sinful, how far we will go to avoid spiritual union. In short, it will remain something that can be denied and anyone who uses the word or comes close to displaying behavior that might embody such an emotion can be classified as a dangerous lunatic and immediately discounted as insincere and helplessly foolish. Without such sacrifice, insecurity will continue to rule and progress will be thwarted by some ill-fated defense mechanism that pretends it is better to not believe, to passionately fear the possibility of a true reverent love, to settle with emptiness.
But once you sacrifice, once you truly make yourself completely vulnerable, regardless of the response to or the outcome from your efforts, you open yourself to love of another sort. You open your heart to the last word. You open yourself and make yourself receptive to giving and receiving a love which will never be subjected to the same rules of the herd’s bastardized version. Once you yield, a new world opens and the last word becomes supreme; it becomes existence and an existence that transcends everything else; an existence that you cannot help but want to share with another.
Love may not exist for most, but it does exist for me and for those willing to accept the cost of vulnerability. It is a thing of legend and it may be very rare, but still it exists and it remains the most beautiful gift of existence; a gift which can be shared between two people.