Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Love You to Death

Can't really sleep tonight, so I figure I'll jot down some late-night thoughts and share a song. A song which brings out thoughts that are often hidden away beneath the surface. Indeed, I have found certain songs from this artist to cause great periods of reflection and contemplation.



In her place one hundred candles burning - as salty sweat drips
from her breast
her hips move and i can feel what they're saying - swaying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get -
yeah

Black lipstick stains - her glass of red wine - i am your servant
may i light your cigarette
those lips smooth yeah i can feel what you're saying - praying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get -
yeah

I beg to serve - your wish is my law
now close those eyes - and let me love you to death
shall i prove - i mean what i'm saying - begging
i say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get

Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to -
death - to death

Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to -
death - to death

Hey am i good enough - for you
am i good enough - for you
am i - am i for you - am i - for you
am i good enough - for you


One of the most difficult aspects of loving another and sharing time out of your life with them, is the fact that they tend to see the world in a totally different light. This is the case for me, at least, and I must admit that there aren't many people that see things as I do or hold the same things dear.

Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I think my way is some-how objectively better than everyone else's way, it is just my way of seeing things, and it works for me. Though I've tried and failed at love many a time, one thing that has remained throughout, is an unwillingness to destroy who I am in order to keep some "mechanical" relationship going.

I've seen it happen so many times, the suicide of one's individuality so that they can fit into some artificial relationship; these relationships, of course, are generally contrived of ego desires and center around undisciplined sex rituals that are indifferent to the ancient tantric practices.

As far back as I can remember it has bothered me that few of us are willing to stop short of our own annihilation. "Love you to death," says it all when it comes to relationships in this day and age; you really must kill off much of who you are to fit into the expectations engendered by our society.

Why can't we just live for the love of life and the outpouring of compassion? Why do we need rules and customs to rule over us and make us all the same? It is as if we aren't capable of realizing what we ought to do, like we are ignorant little children who have to have a father figure to shake a finger at us when we're "out of line."

None of these rules are needed for one to be loving and compassionate. Perhaps one day, when things are more resonant, one will not need to emulate some role model from television in order to be accepted.

All that is needed, for the generation of boundless love, are at least two individuals that share a commitment to living in the moment and expressing their inmost self with a great outpouring of novelty and compassion.

How did it get so difficult for that to materialize? I've always wondered this, and all I can come up with is that much must be done internally, in each of us, to raise the overall vibrational level to an extent that people are more pliable and embrace, as did the sages of old, novelty and compassion.

Perhaps this would be the next renaissance. The next great renaissance will probably reduce our focus on technology and return it to the reality-creation center, the mind itself. We can spend all day flipping switches, punching buttons and turning dials; but at the end of the day, where does that leave us?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love is misunderstood. Love is political. People say they love pizza, they love their car they loved that movie, they love their sweetie. But this should raise an eyebrow because what do all these things have in common? It seems the word love is promiscuous. And its all socially conditioned from birth, hammered into our subconscious from Disney fairy tales for example.

Boy meets girl, boy looses girl, boy get girl
Feminists version
Girl meets boy, girl looses boy, girls says just as well

The idea in this narrative, and it is a narrative, gets filled out in all sorts of ways like movies, tv, novels.., And my mentor the late Robert C. Solomon points out this interesting fact, that is that it ends where it ought to begin. That the boy and the girl getting together is not the culmination of love, its the start. "And they lived happily ever after" they end where love begins! Love takes time, love takes adjustments and work, love is a story, and with different stories different interpretations.The Greeks had eros, philia, and later on agape. All Greek words for love. With different meanings of course, but you probably already know that being a smart dude I perceive you to be.

I forgot where I was getting at, and I got court tomorrow. Garden's looking good.

-Vik

mystrangemind.com said...

Yea, I heard a little kid talking about how much he loved some thing that he wanted his mom to buy him. We are taught, from a young age, this loose idea of what love is; it quite a delusion for one to contend with.

Imagine what a kid would be like, had they grown up without television, supermarkets or shopping malls. They'd probably have some ability to see things outside of their own personal wants and desires.

Indeed, love is not all fun and games, as is so often the impression given by modern people.

I hope your venture in court went alright and the judge, with his black robe, didn't rule in favor of the bank as is usually the case.