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What is upside-down about sex?
Where pornography and love co-exist
How the pornographer steals the soul from sex
What is missing from Pornography
All I really want is to be loved
Recipe for World Peace
Dreams of Love
A CALL TO ARMS
Not Enough Excitement?
Questioning Relationships
Love/Sex Confusion
Porn, Prostitution and The Way Things Are
It's good to be a girl
Deviance
A Mix of Love and
Submission
Love comes in many forms
Passion pushes through
pride
Reviving a Sense of the
Sacred

 

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Dreams of Love

Dreams of love are a lie.
Not the LOVE, the dreams.
Dreams are drugs.

Everything that everyone dreams about does not exist. They are virtual pleasures based on the future, on needs, desires, lack or beliefs. They do not exist in reality, here, in the now, the only palpable moment we have.

Dreaming about meeting someone, reuniting with someone, reminiscing about something in the past with someone, planning an imaginary future with someone; all of these are drugs that take us out of the present moment. They stop us from loving; caring; sharing with the ones we’re with. Even if we’re at work, on the bus, or waiting in line at the bank, we can only really know love by being loving at that moment. Thoughts of another, better love, elsewhere, distract and disorient us, and the energy we expend on these dreams literally, emotionally and physically sucks us dry of the energy we need to be fully participating in life in the present moment. And that’s where the love is.

Because so many people don't know how to live fully in the present moment, our rich society is plagued by boredom and hunger, people seeking excitement or needing to escape, numb out, take off, get high, get loaded, get a fix, get laid. All of these are temporary solutions to a yearning that keeps coming back, painfully, again and again.
Those who turn to pornography get caught in this web, and although it may entertain their sexual interests or relieve their pent-up anxieties the way watching television or a movie apparently relieves stress, ultimately, this too remains virtual, empty and unsatisfying.

We didn’t come here to dream about love,
We came here to love.
Love is a verb, not an idea.
If you want to feel love, now,
Try holding someone quietly in your heart,
Or better yet, in your arms. This is real.

Comments:

John said:
Amazing post.
I've stumbled upon your blog twice now, and I enjoy reading your perspective on what love is.
I like what you've done with your drawings, keep up the great work!
You've gained another reader :)