Changed My Mind

 I was going to write a whole article about the subject of love today and even had one written, but I deleted it.  Why?  One either knows what love is or one doesn't.  And for those who don't, they become the philosophers of the world.  It's that simple.  There are no complex theories about love.  One either knows what love is, or one doesn't.  I leave philosophy of love to those who don't know.  It's that simple.  The philosophers of the world are always searching for meaning and the rest simply don't care.

That's why there is little money to be made in the world of philosophy because, let's face it, most of the time we simply do not care.  Maybe everyone cares about love.  That's why there are so many songs written about it.  But only those who do not know what love is ask the question.  It seems a lot of people belong to that club.  I don't.  So, I have no need to write about it.  I deleted that post because THAT was my conclusion.  If you dont know what love is, you can spend a lifetime answering the question and the rest of us say we know what love is and leave it at that.  

I could say there are philosophical questions that can be asked that everyone cares about, but no one knows the answer.  Questions like those have no right or wrong answers or no one knows.  Take time, for example.  Does anyone know what time is?  Or does anyone know how the universe began?  It might be easier to say that the universe has always been.  But that begs the question as to when time began.  I say it begian when trains first had schedules.  

How long is a light year, really?  What is some 13.8 billion light years compared to eternity?  What is eternity?  Our finite minds can't grasp eternity.  Everything has a beginning and an end.  Or does it?  Time is just a construct of our own making.  Why?  Because we have a nine-to-five work day, five days a week, and say weekends are too short, or at least we used to.  Time is just a unit of measurement.  For many of us, an inch was a unit of measurement.  But what is a nanometer?  Or even what is a nanosecond?  How small can we get?  Even size or time is limited.  But are they?  Can size or time be infinitesmally small or short?  

These are as much philosophical questions as they can be scientific questions.  Maybe love has degrees.  Can anyone define what love is?  Philosophers have long been asking what love is since the beginning of time.  I am sure even Adam asked that question and philosophers haven't stopped asking it since.  Either there is no answer or we just know.  It's like time.  I know what time it is right now.  And that is all that matters.  I have no use for nanoseconds.  I have no use for a light year.  The sun could stop shining right now, but I won't know for about another eight minutes.  That's quite a long time.

Science tells me what time the sun rose today and tells me what time the sun will set today.  But do I need to know this? No.  Right now the sun is shining.  But do I need to know that it is?  Sometimes I do, but most of the time I don't.  I wear a watch or my phone tells me what time it is.  So, why do we ask what love is? Because most of the time those who don't know care. That's when we ask the question.  But love is like telling time.  We simply want to know, however love is NOT that simple to those who are searching.  There are those who always need to know what time it is.  Love is like gold.  You know it when you have it; and ask what, or even where it is, when you don't, because everyone seems to be talking about it.

If I told time by when I smoke a pipe, I would never know what time it is, or I could say it's time to smoke a pipe.  My pipes won't tell me the time.  In fact, my pipes don't tell me a damn thing.  They wont tell me they love me.  They sit there until I grab one for the day and I will smoke it.  But no one could tell time by when I smoke a pipe.  If my wife can't find me indoors, she knows I'm out here on the lanai.  But she won't know whether I am smoking a pipe unless she sees me.  She can't look at her watch and tell whether I am smoking a pipe.  I'm simply here.  

And that defines love.  It's simply there.  Nothing is complex about it.  You know it when you have it.  My pipe has nothing to do with love, but it's simple.  Today it is my Boswell pipe with some of my Ultra/Atumn Evening mix.  I thank you for your time; and Peace, Love, and happiness to each one of you.

Dave


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