Social conditioning mandates that we as a species disconnect from our environment
Us poor estranged children rob and mutilate our mother, capitalizing on her endless generosity and love
We give no thanks for what we receive
In fact we are so deluded that we have created a fictitious God that reaps whatever shred of gratitude we express
Fuck you people
I dare our species to evolve outside of nature
I’m so sick of sexy.
panbye asked: What's your favorite animal?
You, you beast.
In short, if the Great Love is naturally unifying, our individual, human experience of love is subject to change and loss, moods and tides, attachments and aversions. It doesn’t matter who or what we love; at some point, the object of our love will disappear from our life or disappoint us or stop being lovable, simply because change is the nature of existence. So individual love is always touched with suffering, even when the love we feel is “spiritual.”
An exerpt from: What is Love, By Sally Kempton
Published on Yoga Journal.com