lunamoth
Will to love
Choice as illusion, love as illusion. I don't know. It seems to me the choice to love is something to sink your teeth into:
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Dopp, I understand your idea that commandment, duty, are the antithesis of love. If I really know that my sister and I are one, there is no need for duty to be selfless and consider the needs of others.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Dopp, I understand your idea that commandment, duty, are the antithesis of love. If I really know that my sister and I are one, there is no need for duty to be selfless and consider the needs of others.