@Lash,
Lash wrote:
Well, try as I might, I couldn't really find any concrete advice in what Fido had to say.
I think it's great that you like that girl. Enjoy her as long as it feels right. I hope she enjoys you too. I just hate to see men or women thinking they have to get all bogged down in each other's lives when they don't have to... Certainly if both of you find that desirable - go for it.
Fido, I don't see "****" as a violent word at all...and if you read what I said - I think both people should treat one another honestly and fairly...
It is an essential and unavoidable step we all take in beginning to think of ourselves as individuals having individual will, self consciousness and conscience... That is how we live our lives, as children, preparing ourselves for life... Anyone who thinks the beginning is the end, no matter their numerical superiority, is wrong...
The end of all our learning, and the final step in our personal maturity, character develpment, and the one most essential to happiness is in learning to love, and no matter what went before, that is when life begins... People who love do not get bogged down in each other's lives, but are lifted up to a higher plane where all that went before and all that follows makes sense... We were made for this, and cutting the umbilical cord is just one step of cruel distancing we are made to suffer for our own good, if you can believe that the creation of heartless assholes out of perfect loving children is good...
We are made for love, but not raised to love... If we look about us with unfiltered eyes, with out the beer goggles, or the drug haze; we can see ourselves in a time of despair and disolution, where the the moral and rational principals that might guide us lay broken and strewn, and with lives harried from end to end like a fox by hounds, going and going to work, to back, to work, to back wishing our miserable lives into extinction as though things of no meaning.... We have one salvation, and one quality we must know to make all bearable, and to make us human; and it is love...
For some, no matter how cut off from love they are for their good and growth, all is prelude and soliloquy... Some nascent bud of reason, will and love remains in them that finds life in anothers gaze... For such people no philosophy is required to love, to find their complete being in love...
Philosophy is for those who cannot love for whom the mystery of love is always lost in quandary and conjecture... I will admit to picking up philosophy on the way to love, out of desparation and fear that I would always be alone, and never be able to connect, and care... Only because I once remembered love was I saved, and not by words on a page...
But life is too intense for the young to feel... They are animals harrassed by worms and heat and cold, by starvation and fatigue and conscious of nothing other, and the sex so splendid they enjoy is but the answer they give to instinct, and they do not listen for the reply, but turn back to their survival... This is what we mostly are: a driven mass, at the extremes of existence, dying with a dying society, lost and without meaning... Love that seems the most vaporous of mist, and the most spiritual of spirits is the firmest, and the most reliable rock we can seize upon the stormy shore of existence, and all others crumble and wash as we reach for them...