Only Love is real. Not Tinder love, or temporary romance for getting high-er, but Love as a sound. Love as the radiance. And the radiation.
Love is not an argument or even an action; Love is an energy underlying all things. Academics call it the Universal Mind. Religious people call it God. Indigenous people call it by 10,000 names and call it forth with as many sounds, but the thing we are calling forth, and the thing to which we are infinitely bound, is Love—which creates every living and non-living thing, whether we “like” it, or not. Love is not conscious of itself—of what it likes and dislikes. Love, itself, powers consciousness.
Only love is real. And everyone will die. The only thing we can do in the meantime, is tell the truth, no matter how inconvenient.
Only when I became entirely desperate to actualize my own personal radiance did my whole sense of “self” burn away in the aftermath of a 23 year long chemically induced death-dance—it was a battle I fought on three fronts, physical, spiritual, and psychic, and even after a long period free from chemicals that served my suicidal tendency, what I had been swallowing emotionally, in my relationships with everyone I “loved” began to bleed me from inside out—I have come to believe that there is not a more powerful cocktail than adrenaline fueled by inadequacy, and powered by privilege, and it finally punished me enough to change my diet--what I feed my body and what I feed my mind. Never have I questioned the goodness of my spirit, but I have often acted out unconsciously, called it love--called it all the kinds of love. The violence, the riot, the unquiet rage is all inside me and for each of us, I dare say,—safetyhood begins within, and within the cure for all dis-ease, we find Love's universal connection-- whether we "like" it or not, any thing your heart desires— will. come. to. you—
What's this got to do with hoodies? We put a heart where the head is--and as you already know, "it takes two to make a thing go right."