A Thesis on Love

[OzYmandi 647]

 

(Based of Plato’s definition of Love in the Symposium and historical records)

 

A Thesis on Love

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             We know naught plenty of what haunts our mortal coils, mortal minds and souls. Love is one of them. Love haunts us, consumes us. Our bodies and psyches. It’s nature is twisted, though unbent by the descendants. Unchanged it is and shall remain. Beyond our comprehension, one can simply theorize on it’s immortal nature.

             It is fact that love can be felt by descendants healthy of mind and soul and void of darkened souls, minds and heart. Of course, though, it is past these simple, absent-minded day-to-day questions. ‘Do you love me’, ‘do you care for me’. Love goes beyond physical attraction to another. Love is about both mind and soul working with each other to achieve the maximum level. Not only marriage, not only going out. The next level is acting as one, a singular mind, a singular soul, a singular source of knowledge.

            However, love seeks more than the appeal of the other’s soul and mind. It seeks knowledge, it seeks true union. Thus comes the two worlds we are circled by, but cannot truly understand; the Sensitive world, imperfect copies that can be mutated at will, twisted, changed, contorted, and the Intelligible world. The truth, the unchangeable, untwistable, perfect representation of the world we inhabit. The Sensitive world, void of the maximum truth, may never achieve, or near the perfection that is the Intelligible world. It is unseen and only reachable by one who has maximum knowledge of every small, nitpicked detail that composes the very essence of our world. That is what the Intelligible world is. The essence of our own world, of oru souls and mind, from which we draw the truth about every twistable detail in our surrounding.

             One would call the man or woman who accessed the Intelligible world crazy, mad, lunatic at the core. They would have seen the most perfect circle, the single most tastier apple, and shiniest, purest pond. The Intelligible world is composed of perfection, pure and simple. One can only dream of what it can possibly represent to them.

             Furthermore I end this thesis re-affirming the existence of both worlds. One of the truth, pure and sweet, and one of imperfect copies, void of beauty and sweetness. Our world, on which we wage wars, kill brothers and sisters and disgrace names will falter and falter on it’s path to the Intelligible representations, unless we make a change. Unless we become pure, in mind, body and soul;

 

Written and conceived by Aerion Visaj

Circa 13th of Malin’s Welcome, 1655

 

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