Love cogito

Love seems to be impossible: if I love you, you are all, and I nothing. How could this nothing evaluate himself as an entity real enough to hope and be loved? What is this infinitesimal distance that separates bloom from doom? It is the metaphysical distance itself, that which depicts this somewhat faint gap between two things, none of which can exist next to the other, yet who allow them to be.

Love is, as the sea, infinite in-front. The carress is a stroll, where one tends to follow the infinite, to border it, so to speak. Loving is seeing the existence of the outside and from the outside. However, can there be a limit without a crossing? Doesn’t the most impossible crossing have any means of existence? Could we lose any hope of understanding the other one if we did not hope for it? Can the fact that a thing does not exist, or is proved impossible, be the certificate of birth or death of desire? Love then, is not this unreachable mountain top or this seaborne endlessness, it is the path of impossibility that leads straight to these very places. The impossibility of love is why desire leads and binds us to it.

My adoring should then annihilate me, as should any status of infinity from the other one. However, desire (an alias for utopia) saves me from nothingness, for it is always a desire for the impossible. It is that which gives me, along with the daring to love, this crazy hope for mutuality, for a reciprocal which would allow me to exist. Within love, two nonexistences thus become one existence : this impossible that fuels our existence.

 (Traduit du français par Paul Aupetitgendre.)

63 réflexions sur “Love cogito

  1. I have always been fascinated by the view from that place beyond (or before) words. Then words appear as contours of silence and they are all full of magic. May our connection to the Mystery of Communication continue to join us – Thank you!

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  2. Two nonexistences, two points of reference which equate the zero of the span of infinite for each, can only know they exist when facing one another across the vastness of all possibility. Reaching, for to know other is to know self. The line created between them is the instant of creation of all other reality, all space, all time, while the waveform of being explodes into a universe. Longing to be one, yet knowing that to merge thus destroys all information, all essence, all existence. The two lovers, the line which binds them, an eternal elegant circle with no end, and they dance forever at the periphery of longing.

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  3. Greetings Jean-Paul. Concerning your writing and this post: First, it is obvious you are a prolific thinker and writer. I admit that I do not readily understand all you state in your essays (English wording, of course!), and am stretched to do so. Secondly, I am impressed as to how you lead the reader as though he or she were on a journey. The thing I don’t quite get about this post is the concept of love not existing, yet becoming something. I really enjoy the adjectives and verbs, but the concept is a bit strange to me. Very interesting, nevertheless!

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  4. « However, desire (an alias for utopia) saves me from nothingness, for it is always a desire for the impossible. It is that which gives me, along with the daring to love, this crazy hope for mutuality, for a reciprocal which would allow me to exist. »
    I think it’s a wonderful thought, it’s so true that… it moves me to tears, really. Not kidding.

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  5. Je ne suis pas d’acord avec l’idée de l’amour comme anèantissement de celui qui aime. Mais je pense quand meme que aimer c’est se dedié à quelqu’un que nous ne pouvons pas comprendre (com + prendre, vu aussi comme prendre en soi) completement. ça signifie, à mon avis, que nous vivons ensemble à personnes dont la vision du monde nous reste caché. C’est à dire avec des étranges.

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    1. Je partage le point de vue d’elettralisboa.
      Il m’apparaît que dans la relation amoureuse… chacun est toujours seul… en plein duo.
      Autant se consacrer à « l’ici et maintenant » ainsi que le conseille plus haut « Philip Wardlow ».
      Merci à JP Galibert pour la réflexion qu’il a initiée ici.

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  6. I am so glad to see so many people thinking and saying such wonderful things… lets keep it all going and then everyone will catch on… yay!! I agree that sometimes we think too much, I know I do and then everything goes pear shaped! Feeling is best, thinking is only for the ego to function in the world, isn’t it?

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  7. Very thought provoking and inspiring. I have a similar feeling surrounding the impossibility of loving and maintaining the freshness of the « outside of the outside », though i also feel that love is a singularising distinction for individuals as well as a synergy of two non-identities as it were if love is true.

    I will write more about this, you’ve opened a box with this piece.

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  8. I believe that love and the self are one. The discovery of either is the realization of both. It appears that people don’t know who and what they are. So they haven’t discovered either yet. Hence they don’t exist in love. Of course times are changing and there is still hope. Hope that one day we will discover ourselves and live in love. Our die in ignorance. Of course there’s the choice. All we have to do is choose. What we experience in this Holographic multiverse will be reflected by our choice. The problem is that most live in fear and are afraid to make a choice. For the fear of being wrong. Never realizing that no choice is a choice. Therefore their reflected reality. Enjoyed your post. Love and Light the Doowans

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  9. The greatest love I ever witnessed was that between my mother and father, who we memorialized yesterday. Thanks for stopping by my blog (thehenrychronicles.com) to read the reflections I shared at his funeral yesterday. I think their experience of love, which lasted 57 years until my mother was felled by cancer, was different than your characterization. Neither was annihilated by the other; theirs preserved their individual wills while creating an entity, a world in which they embraced each other, confronted the world, and defended their oneness. Your post reminds us of the importance of fiery love, which is, after all, how my mother’s and dad’s started. We should all be so lucky to find a transformative love that lasts.

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  10. Hmnn…love makes you all and me nothing… a poesy of love, perhaps but a bit idealized past human experience? To love is to desire, seems to me; leaving the core of human selfishness we share, intact. A ‘love’ without desire is another subject, I believe, held for the satisfaction of the holder’s need. Cogito, ergo I cannot forget that we are as well as men, animals too.

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  11. Interesting; love as giving up one’s self totally to an ‘other’ … one’s whole point of view not merely a temporary gaze per Sartre. It’s martyrdom (suicide?) in hopes of a resurrection via the gift of the other’s reciprocation.
    So can an artist do love? Art is all about expressing–and keeping–a personal point of view, unless that artist is of the abstract expressionist or PoMo (money=art) sects. Perhaps, in a way. But an artist ‘love’ is mediated and generalized. Mediated by the object –objet d’art, objet a, whatever. And generalized; as any or all others will do, plus their reciprocation must not be in kind.

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  12. Well written.
    You made me remember my t-shirt.Amo ergo sum,
    http://www.zazzle.es/cogito_ergo_sum_amo_ergo_sum_t_shirt-235675045917115025
    But at the same time ,I think storiesbyfrances dit :is right
     » it´s quite sad, don´t you think,
    that you can only be if there is someone else to be with you »
    Tambien pienso que algunas veces las personas estan tan ocupadas
    cultivando su enamoramiento,
    que se olvidan de la persona amada.

    So busy in loving you,i forget about you.

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  13. A very thoughtful post here; Jean Paul… . « Within love, two nonexistences thus become one existence : this impossible that fuels our existence »… Yes in this sense love seems to be impossible, but it keeps on striking us, right???,

    Cheers, & congratulations on your awesome blog; Aquileana😉

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  14. The paradox of love has always intrigued me as well, for in the moment that we love and or are loved in return the entity we were before that impetus ceases to exist, as an essential part of who we were has just irrevocably been altered. So can it ever truly be said that anybody loves anybody for who they are? Also the very nature of love seems to me to make addicts of us as we begin to crave the other person and suffer withdrawals when we are deprived of their presence. Overall there have been times when I have felt that love must be the sweetest of poisons.

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  15. WOW! Do you speak, read, and write in all of these languages?! Impressive!!! Since you speak French, Spanish, and Italian, you could easily pick up Romanian. 🙂

    Thank you for visiting my blog and reading about my little boy in my post, « A new era. » He is learning sign language for now, but hopefully, he will eventually pick up Spanish and Romanian as he matures!

    Take care and keep up the good work! – J.C.

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  16. si si si! es muy munchiano! si no lo he entendido mal! me remite mucho a la expresión amorosa de Edvard Munch, quien tenía miedo de amar porque creía que eso le supondría entregar o perder « su existencia » en favor a otra… También tiene una serie de litografías en las que una pareja se halla de espaldas mirando al mar…por medio de la que quiso transmitir esa soledad existencial de los amantes…..Emocionante! me emociona que un pensador como usted le haya gustado mi entrada de blog sobre Munch! Muchas gracias!

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  17. Greetings Jean-Paul. I could think of at least 100 songs that are inspired by love neverlasting and another 100 inspired by the emotions of endless love. Love existed thus two souls merge into one. Was is destiny? How do we know if that love was destined to not be and the two souls passionate desire made it so? And how about self-love, does it really exist? I don’t know if I am making any sense but all I know is that I love love. Once it makes its debut in your life (perhaps the very moment we are conceived) I believe it does not disminish and it stays with you forever. The poet ponders about these concepts all the time. Thanks for your post and for your insights.

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  18. It’s occurred to me before that in evolution an animal will not evolved a need he can’t fill. If he needs blue water and there isn’t blue water he will die,
    Makes me wonder about our need for love. Would we need it so bad if it didn’t exist?
    I also have a feeling you aren’t a mother.🙂 I love my children but I am still whole without them.

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      1. I believe and feel that Love is more to do with sea or water which flows and not stagnant. The sea has depth, calmness and storm so much to relate with each flowing episode of Love growing with phases.

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  19. Throw all reason aside, love is real, exists as everything infinite and finite. It is the impassable sea and that which makes the sea passable. The path and the destination. No certificate is necessary. The hope for reciprocation that fuels our existence!!….. Great stuff I love it

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