The absurdity and magic of the eternity of love
date. 2022 february 10 [early morning]
city. Oxford [somerville college mcr]
The bebafflement of the pervasive belief (stubborn hope) in love that lasts.
Why do we think love is forever, that love endures? Why do we think that? Why do we often state that as a fact despite the countless numbers of failed loves, fleeting affection? We are overwhelmed by evidence for love not being eternal, not enduring, not overcoming, yet we stubbornly hold onto the thought that it is, or at least can be. Are we just hopelessly dogmatic? Are we just irrationally delusional? Or actually, we are getting at something true? That there is (a) love that is forever, constant, and a love that is for us, a love we are created in, born in and will hopefully return to. Could our stubborn quest for a love that never ends, never fails, a love that endures and protects despite having shown every reason not to, a gift from God our Father when we left the garden of Eden? A gift that reminds us of him, of home, a lamp in the distant, a yearning for brightness, a trace of our way back home?
