Jump to content


  • entries
  • comment
  • views

Philosophy on Love

Tyler Aybara


As it happens frequently in life there are answers to questions which are so obvious, so plain, and so constantly in view that they are hidden. A camouflage cast upon them from our mind's eye that no level of intentional deceit could ever achieve. Glossed over in the perceptions and petty concerns of our reality that only in moments of a calm mind, body, and soul will they be detected. Only then will we see that telltale detail which, when followed to its origin, releases a torrent of realizations and ideas that shatter our previous misconceptions into an almost unrecognizable mess on the floor of our consciousness. These quiet truths are then the genesis of theories and practices which unleash, upon the masses of humanity, a cacophony that causes us to listen and propels our race ever forward.


I make no pretense that my own quiet truth, which broke a dam in my own mind, will be remembered with the likes of Newton's observance of an apple's fall or of Priestley's recognition that a mint sprig needed air to survive. What I will say is that since my own epiphany that my soul has never been more calm. That my mind has never been more at peace with my place and, indeed, with humanity's place, in the universe. Amid the swirling cosmos, great empty places where no human eye, voice, thought, or foot will ever tread, I am confident in our design and our goal. It is something that has shaped humanity since our rise. I believe it will forever continue to shape us, to define us, and to be with us until we, as a race, cease to be.


The answer I have found is alluding to the question that man has posed to himself for generations. Why am I here? The answer is as simple as it is complex. We are here to love.


Humanity, for all it has achieved and created, can be boiled down to one common denominator. Love. Love is the genesis of every single endeavor the human race has undertaken. It is the driving force behind art, behind politics, behind music. It has caused persons, cities, and civilizations to rise and fall and will continue to do so. It is love, not the ability to reason, not the pose-able thumbs nor the complex political and economic systems that separates man from animal. Our ability to feel love, to express love, and to practice love is our greatest attribute as well as the willing tool of our downfalls.


Sure, love is sometimes masked by other motives, other emotions. Ambition, greed, pride, fear. These are nothing but pebbles, swept up in the strong current of love, in all of its iterations, across the human soul. Sometimes the current will carry one further than the others, perhaps causing one emotion to become that with which a particular man is defined. But the impetus to to carry on and accomplish endeavors both great and small, are never carried by an emotion that stands alone. Love, or the want of love, must always accompany it so as to transmute the thought into action.


I find that love and the wanting to be loved are two sides of the same coin. That both can carry a man just as far and that sometimes the lack of love, as much as love itself, can drive the greatest or most notorious of actions. The human soul yearns to be loved, and this desire bleeds out through the skin in torrents of passion. This struggle to create and be loved erupts in art, poetry, and prose. That in every building you see, every monument you pass by, every word ever written, every play ever acted, that it is love and the want of love driving the creator to pull into this world, this universe, that with which his fellows may share, comment, and love themselves. That we yearn, more than anything, to leave an impression on our fellow man and that every action we take is driven by this single desire.


We have been gifted so many things that I cannot but feel sorry for the rest of the dark, cold vastness of existence. That we, on this world, enjoy love freely. Have the chance to inspire love on a daily basis. And could, by chance or by our own design, fall in love nearly every waking moment of every day that we draw breath and think. For if our purpose is not to be loved and to inspire love, then why would this emotion, this feeling, be paramount in all the others in existence?


It is because we are meant to be the beacon. The light in the dark where the warmth of our hearts and the kindred play of our souls light up the darkness that lays beyond our skies. That we may create and become enthralled in our own works, our own lives. That each man should feel he is loved and shall strive to be loved even more because, while our bodies may become full of water, or food, or air, our souls shall always have room for more love.


While our individual time on the world is untenable, that every person ever born, living now, or that will live will return to the darkness from which he sprang, we can still love. We can leave things behind for other generations to love or to marvel at. To inspire or to relish. We are, despite our shortcomings, despite our jealousies, despite our evils, despite our failures, despite our vices and our mortality, the only source of love in the known universe that can express itself. This has been known since man has dawned. Of all the plants and animals, the forests and the deep seas, man can feel love and in its presence he can do marvelous things. Our purpose has been ever present, it is simply waiting to be recognized for what it is.


The destiny of mankind is not to conquer the stars, or to find God. It is not to discover life everlasting, to cure all disease, to travel through time or to shout across the great expanse, "I Am Man!". It is simply to love and to be loved and to take that all powerful force and to create that which will inspire love for future generations in a cycle that cannot and will not be broken. To keep the beacon lit in an otherwise cold, dark, lonesome existence for as long as we can.

1 Comment

Recommended Comments

WOW!!!! I am speechless, this moved me to tears and was so right on....This should be published for all to read =)

Link to comment

Join the conversation

You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.

Unfortunately, your content contains terms that we do not allow. Please edit your content to remove the highlighted words below.
Add a comment...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

  • Create New...