It happens to all of us. We watch a movie and some words stand out, something said in conversation strikes a chord. Like a piece of poetry, one such dialogue in a recent movie resonated within every fibre of my body. It said:
“There are only four questions:
What is sacred?
What is the spirit made of?
What is worth living for?
What is worth dying for?”
It continued: “The answer is always the same.”
And as the actor revealed his answer, my body replied the word, “love,” simultaneously.
I mused on those words; yet I was knocked quickly from my trance when one of my closest friends said seriously, “No M, it is about unconditional love,” says he.
My body instantly summoned me again, ‘Why must we label and break down everything?” thought I.
“Unconditional love breaks down everything,” continues he.
“There is no other kind of love,” said I, “Pure love: that is the answer to everything. We all have that pure love inside. We are all a piece of that divinity. Pure love: love is everything.”
And then I saw something else. Could it be that many are afraid to express it this way? Could love be confused with something else when there is nothing else? If love is not pure then it is not at all. It cannot be labelled as one thing or another. It just simply is.
Years ago, I remember reading some letters by C.S Lewis (more famously noted for The Chronicles of Narnia) in which Lewis speaks of four types of love. And even then I could really only understand the one love – love is love, nothing else. For me, Lewis spoke of the expression of these types of love in the physical, and not anything else, and not a labelling of the types of love out there.
Yet many people currently speak of unconditional love: is this a reflection of how humanity breaks down love in general? Is it the ‘speak’ that must be used such that humanity can understand? Are many labelling love also? Could it be that they are even professing an understanding that is actually greater than their own comprehension?
I don’t know the answers to any of this. All I know is what my own heart tells me.
Let Love be your New Year’s Resolution. And a very Happy New Year, Mairéad 🙂
(Incidentally, ‘The Great Divorce’ is a great book by C.S Lewis. I quote, “Lewis introduces us to supernatural beings who change the way we think about good and evil.”)