Notes On A Love That Is Not Blind

What could be more valiant and virtuous than a 'love of wisdom'--a loving wisdom? After all, haven't many of the pronouncements made by arguably the world's brightest human lights been related to the disasterous consequences of ignorance in human affairs. And if they are right--Christ (the Kingdom of Heaven is among you and you know it not), the Buddha (avidya, and the mighty conceptual errors owed to such 'ignorance'), Ramana Maharshi (and the Self that is posited as MIA--mising in action)--then only a love for wisdom and understanding is alone capable of undermining the root causes of unnecessary human suffering.

It could mean nothing more than that those given to love are those given to philosophy. Love wants to understand the 'ways of being-well.' Love wants to know how to touch and teach and hold and comfort without coddling and co-depending. Love wants to understand. Love grows in wisdom.

So, contrary to popular opinion, love doesn't want to be blind! Love wants to see... to realize... to be made wise. So love asks the tough questions rather than just assuming love's knows best. Love asks, 'How would you like to be held? What would nourish you best? What is your favourite meal? What can I do for you that would make you feel loved?

In short, to love is to ask the question, 'How might love best be expressed in this situation?'

Which may mean that being philosophical is taking out the trash, cooking a meal, delivering your grandmother to the doctors, or even helping a stranger pick up items that have fallen from her shopping bags. It is philosophy hitting the streets. Right where it needs to be! Set free from the pointless debates over intellectual minutiae that have little to do with love and everything to do with semantic quibbling.

Philosophy: two words: Love: Wisdom.