Love and Perfection
8-7-00
Perfect people don't need our love. Our love is what perfects the rest of us. I know I'm not perfect, and you're not perfect either, but we are perfect. Our love makes it that way. This isn't to anybody, just from a couple lines in "The Perfect Husband," a movie I recently saw. Don't remember the exact words, but they had the same general meaning as those above. Imperfections make us human, and make love possible. I used to link it to vulnerability, which would make me very selfish and perhaps a bit manipulative if I choose to notice and remember these imperfections. However, given that I tend to like a person more, and feel closer to them, there is something else to it. Vulnerability could be a part of it, though. Gives similar effect as being opened up to, because you have some more power over the person. But what makes it beautiful is that the power needn't ever be used. In fact, I don't know why I would ever point these things out to somebody. That would be mean. And I don't notice them as much in people I don't care about. If I did it for power, I would also want power over these people. But it does make them more human. Perfection is not human. Love can't really be shared with something perfect, because love itself is perfect. Therefore love isn't something we can create. It's infinite. Before us, after us, always and forever. It is God. When we are "in love," we are in God, in Truth, in All. Love is forever, but the emotions of it are not. People can love each other and then not any longer. That just means they're no longer in Love/God/Truth/etc. It doesn't mean that it has disappeared, just that it's been covered up again. Love is all around, but feelings of love are thin connections between it and our own consciousness. They are not always there, but Love is. It's our job to find it and then share it. For what good is perfection if it's surrounded only by other people's suffering?