In what follows, I shall affiliate my efforts into writing about a cliché: love. While it is well-established that love is, in essence, a hyperrealistic (because it is beyond reason, per se), yet realistic (because we, as Real beings, experience it) entity that, for the most part, has plagued humanity since time immemorial.
Human beings love being enveloped by a cloak of reason-- we are nourished by the warmth of its seams because in the process of weaving such fabric, we were tortured; we were terrified of the fact that we do not finish knitting by tomorrow, today will be wasted; we were terrified of the possibility that our empiricism might not suffice for the whole of humanity. Now, we are terrified of not being wrapped inside our reason. We fear the uncomfort of unreality.
Then why am I speaking of love when our concept of reality is, in itself, threatened by the unpredictability of the future? The mere fact that we are scared of unrealism is a shining evidence of the importance of love. It is essential to establish that we, as finite, fragile beings, will not know everything about this world, that is why we cling onto things that may or may not bring us an idea of what our reality actually is (what it actually will be); we have developed a strive towards hyperrealism, in order to cope with our inevitably incomplete knowledge of the real world.
When we love, we build our own world; we have a sense of temporality that is unorthodox: we, as love-sick creatures, profusely and excessively think of the future more than we think of the past nor the present. We think like the disintegrating pieces of flesh that we are, but when we love, it is as if we are beyond our fragility and finitude; neither space nor time can ever stop the endeavors of the love-sick creatures. For when we love, we do not always have to ascribe an overtotalizing reason as to why we inherently are; for when we love, we are beyond reason-- we are beyond our biologically disintegrating vessels.
Love is the glaring evidence of the love-sick creature's affinity for hyperrealism.
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Unkind Aphorisms
PoetryA compilation of my reflections and aphorisms during a major historical period Book cover by: Nicole V. Ecalner
