Yes, this was Love for him. It was the Kingdom of God he might never have seen if not for those eyes. It was the Garden of Eden he was cast out of when he became ashamed of his nakedness. It was the realization that of the million lifetimes he had felt course through his moments this one exposed the Truth of truths.
I look around in my box, this place I have built for myself that somehow feels safe. As the storm rages out there I see the beginnings of truth. This box is painful. Each piece of timber laid, each window set, each nail driven a testament to pain.
Love is the greatest source of pleasure and pain ever created by the Universe. It proves to us we are alive, and gives us such cause to look at ourselves through eyes with both clarity and through clouds of tears. It sums up the human experience provided we experience its opposite, and such a relationship allows us to know who we are.
The sky seems bluer today. As you stare into what is not truly blue, it dawns on you that “this too shall pass”. This wonderfully blue, not-truly-blue sky will again became enraged by the clouds it nurses to life. The winds will blow and the rains shall pour. Lightning will strike and thunder will roll. Yet, you sit still observing this storm as you had the blue skies that gave it life. “This too shall pass.”
