What is love? Of course you know what it is. But can you actually describe it to someone? Can you describe the emotions you feel when you see someone who you have a deep connection with? Can you describe why it pains you to be apart from them and how your soul rejoices when you are reunited? Can you explain that when you love and are loved in return, that your entire being feels full, that it exceeds totality? It’s pretty tough to verbally explain such powerful emotions. Jason Silva does a pretty awesome job of describing it.
The subscript of Jason’s words are below:
Oh my God! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love is…
Oh man, Love is immortality. Love, love is listening to a beautiful song that induces a cathartic emotive transcendence – you know. Love, love is goosebumps. Love is aesthetic rest. Love is to be beheld to what the poet Roland Barth calls “fulfilment.” “That which exceeds totality.” Literally to be more than full, that you spill over – you know.
Love is catharsis. Love is tears. But tears, that feel like a orgasmic release of emotions. Love is infinity. Love is what you want to stretch on forever. Love is living inside of a pop song.
Love is, you know that Richard Linklater movie ‘Before Sunrise’ – you know – when two lovers meet on a train on the way to Vienna and spend the whole movie, the whole evening, together talking about life and love and death and fear and anxiety and connecting two minds. Two souls, literally merging into one another. And. And. And the evening that holds the possibility of immortality right? True love that will save us! Remember that religious solution, the romantic solution, to the death problems Love will save us. But in that movie, which takes place almost in real-time, dawn then arrives, right?! That, that’s, that’s love’s ageing. That’s the inability to bear love’s ageing.
There’s that scene when it’s, when it’s morning, and you see his face all melancholic cause he realizes that the night is over and, not that he loves her any less, but that life goes on and he has to go and they’ll get busy and task-based existence will start seeping over into the fantasy that they were having the night before, and then he goes, he sits back and looks at the clock and it’s Vienna and it’s historical and it’s beautiful and he goes, “and all the clocks in the city began to whirr and chime, O let not time deceive you, you cannot conquer time. In headaches and in worries vaguely life leaks away and time will have its fancy tomorrow or today.”
Love is the beauty of the promise in immortality and also it’s the joint mourning of lovers that know that they might die. And so, love is the answer to the problem of human existence. But it doesn’t solve the problem of human existence.
Pretty powerful stuff.
You stay classy,