Every time my wife loses a thing, she must lose two of mine to make up for it. I don’t make the rules

Love cannot be given or taken away. Love is the thread thad weaves all that is. Love is the unending creation of the now. With all that being self evident in direct experience, that’s what makes “I love you” so insidious. As if you have it for one person and not another. There is no I to be in the state of loving, as if there is any other state to be. There are also no true relationships, for the same reason. Evil arises from the denial of that truth.

There seems to be no way out other than over escalation. If “stop” only goads them on. If offering to remove myself from the situation is a “threat” If I can’t do anything but be named what is not me. Then I must be that, to stop being that. Sorry if that makes no sense.

When “How are you feeling?” = “Tell me why you resent me and please, by all means list all my faults, plus some made up things you think I think that make you angry” Someone wants to be left alone. But then of course, giving them what they want makes them feel lonely and abandoned and feeling like a victim. Which is what they REALLY wanted. Gotta get that self-pity hit. GM & PV

Instead of sorry, explanation. Instead of empathy, score keeping. Energy killers

I need you to exist For me to exist Without my idea of you What am I?

My father died just before my daughter was born. I couldn’t be there for any of it due to my wife’s condition. But I didn’t want to be there either. He spent his life chasing something. He only realised it at the end. His chasing meant running away, from my perspective. I had already stopped chasing my idea of him. What he truly is, cannot die. What died, was a phantom.

One insight that seems so stupid at first glance for me, and for others makes them feel like they know a secret and are super smart. You don’t actually know anything. No thought is true. Until you experience it viscerally, it just seems like any other idea.