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Sunday, September 21, 2008

What is love?

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What is love?
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by Carl Baydala
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....just a reminder that my 25th ( Silver ) Anniversary is coming up on October 7th
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You will recognize from my recent post about hate that I really do not know much about that topic and that is why my meaning is perhaps, not as precise as it could be. That is because I do not feel the emotion of hate very often, whereas, I live continually in a state of love. And, I don't know how many people can legitimately make that claim, but I for one, certainly can.
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So, what is this thing that we call love then? Love is primarily something that we call an emotion, but it is also a state of mind as well. It is that state of mind that allows us to feel good about ourselves and the things that surround us. It is therefore that thing that can produce a positive attitude in a person, and therefore it is a state of mind worth pursuing by all mankind. Love is truly the grandaddy, or grandmother of emotions, if you are a girl of course. Love and Hate are the heavyweights of the emotions. Opposite ends of competing emotions. Sort of like good and evil competing for your soul. But, the emotion of love always prevails over that of hate, and for a very simple reason of course. The reason, or reasons, are basic to human nature. Man is a selfish creature which I have indicated to you numerous times in the past. That means that he would rather live in a state of happiness versus one of despair. That is the simple explanation and the best. Why feel hate when you can feel love and feel better about yourself and your beloved, and the world all at once? That is why love triumphs over hate.
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Love then is that emotion that finds its natural home in man; it is the natural and preferred state of man. And, I believe that all men seek out love as well. We see it everywhere, from the simple wanting to belong to a group all the way up to the fervent seeking of a loved one that one truly desires. The object is the same; it is the wanting of being near to something that makes you happy and desirous to be alive. Love does that. It is a natural compulsion of man to seek out love in all of its forms. Man needs love to belong, to something, and to acquire a natural meaning out of life.
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Once man obtains love, real love that is, he does not so easily let it go. Nor should he. He should not let go because he may never find this thing again in the form that he has discovered it. That is why some people cling to the love of certain things because they know of the value of the thing that they have found. I told you at the beginning that I live in a continual state of love. That means, necessarily, that I live in a state of happiness as well. I have learned of the things that man desires and the things that he needs. Love is the most important of those things as it adds to his well being and provides meaning for him. The ultimate purpose of life may be death, but that does not mean that man may not experience the best that life has to offer. I would call that thing love. For love is the knowing that you are experiencing the very best that life has to offer - it is the best of all the choices and provides the most desirous condition that man can experience. That is what the emotion of love really is.
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Love comes in many forms. Here is a quote from the article below. The article is about vice-president Dick Cheney, and love:
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No," Cheney continued. "No, 9/11 is about the warm feeling you get when you help an elderly woman cross the street and then whisper to her that the terrorists can strike at any moment. 9/11 is about the satisfaction of telling people to do things and then them doing it—not because they want to, but because they are afraid to do otherwise. 9/11 is about removing Saddam Hussein from power. But most of all, 9/11 is about love." karen t.
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Larry King interviews the president of Iran
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You are visiting the main part of my blog. There are two other parts and they are shown below .
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karen t.

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