There is one element or factor that stands out prominently.

It is our human tendency to over-rely upon and/or to presume to apply control as a proxy for love.

Dress it up, bless it, euphemize it in the most innocuous caring nurturing good intentions that you may.

Nothing stymies or kills love like the blind overuse or like the all-too-knowing overuse of control. (And everything in between).

Be it motivated by worry, by care, by anxiety, by fear, by wishing, by hoping, and by working for the best it still amounts to usurpation of an authority that doesn’t exist, by an assuming of something that is not. And there is an abundant kaleidoscope of variants of justifications of reasons, of rationale for motives, of alibis sincere and insincere. We have not seen the complete epic list of these combinant variations exhausted as of yet.

I said somewhere else in some other context that the only thing we can control is gratitude. Null nil nothing and todas nada else is under anyone’s control outside of one’s own mental construct of a world.

Or I didn’t say that. But I certainly meant it.

And this works for all types of love. It is not just the love that makes you hard and aggressively unyielding or receptive and seductive, depending. No. It is all the types you might learn about in the Greek of Biblical nomenclature. Like I said, this doesn’t just apply to love in the biblical sense.

Think about it. Love is oft expressed in the manifestation of control. This situation is created, of course, by physical beings endowed with the powers of creation. Signs, signifiers, and expressions must be created. Creators go about creating. That’s what they do. They loose and they bind all over earth and heaven. Then pay the consequences and fear the consequences. That’s where hell is created, that the creators especially specifically poignantly fear.

But don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that love is not created real or that it is no good. (Or that it’s a battlefield or that it’s like oxygen). Because, of course, love is the opening door. Love is what we came here for.

And I also said kill love. Of course, that is absurdly ridiculous. And I know it is. Love is the one thing that can’t be killed! (Outside of the mental world physical reality created seemingly bespoke by ersatz creators). Love is soul matter, spirit itself. It is eternal existence itself. It is Christ, if you will. Spiritual cosmic ‘real’ love is abundant and unceasing and as unlimited as nothing else. It is truly the cup that runneth over. Kill love! Ha! That joke kills me.

Hence, I’m not saying to forget about nurturing, caring, doing things like mothers instinctively do, that women innately feel and that men often are oblivious to. No. Not that at all. Love is a real thing of creation. It springs from accord with the mystical spiritual powers of creation, the creation that humans are designed in the image of to imitate. Just don’t lose sight. Love springs from gratitude. Gratitude is the only thing we can control. You must awaken! – be woke – to the limitations of control.

By all means vibrate the intentions of love. Radiate love. Practice gratitude in all things. Relinquish control. Drop the desperate wrest for usurpation of means of expression through control and love on!

Love soft and love hard. Love often and love deeply. It is good to say it but it most certainly need not be said. But stick to controlling only what you truly can. Practice serenity.