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Love is the longing for a wholeness that is imagined.
We feel ourselves as partial, edged, incomplete, and call the ache for completion by another's name. The beloved becomes the missing half we never lost, because we were never split to begin with.
The wholeness was never absent; only forgotten, then projected outward, then chased.
So love aims at a horizon that recedes as it's approached. Each fusion with the other promises the end of separateness and delivers, instead, a deeper hunger, because what was sought was never there, in the other, but here, prior to the seeking itself.
This doesn't make love false. It makes it a finger pointing at the moon, mistaken, again and again, for the moon.
Trace it back far enough, and the logic unravels in a single direction: there can be no longing for wholeness in a being that is actually whole.
The longing is the proof of the wound, and the wound is the proof of the story, the story that a self exists here, bounded by skin and biography, looking out at a world of others equally bounded, equally apart, subsumed in longing.
Love is what that story feels like from the inside when it reaches toward its own undoing.
Because what the lover seeks in the beloved is not another person. It is the cessation of the distance between here and there.
For a moment, in the gaze that forgets itself, in the desire that swallows its own watching, the boundary thins. Two strangers report the same impossible thing: I stopped being someone looking at you. There was just looking.
That instant is mistaken for union with another. But what actually happened was smaller and vaster than that: the temporary suspension of the one who divides.
This is why love and loss of self travel together, why eros has always been a doorway the mystics recognized before the poets did. Not because the other completes us, but because the reaching itself, fully entered, burns through the fiction of the reacher. The beloved is not the destination. The beloved is the occasion.
And this is why love, chased as acquisition, always fails, why even the marriage of true minds decays into the old hunger within a year, a decade, a lifetime.
You cannot permanently fuse two completions of a separation that was never real to begin with. The other was never going to fill the gap, because the gap was a misperception, not a vacancy. Pour the ocean into the ocean and ask what filled what.
What doesn't fail is the love that stops looking for its object and notices instead what it's made of. Not desire reaching outward, but the awareness in which both lover and beloved arise simultaneously, already undivided, already whole, prior to any story claiming otherwise.
This is not the death of love. It's love finally arriving where it was always pointed: not at the moon's reflection in another's eyes, but at the moon
Michael Markham
Perhaps what we hold most in common, across all the distances of temperament and circumstance that divide us, is the ache.
The constant, low-frequency yearning that hums beneath the ordinary hours like a string that was plucked long ago and never quite stopped vibrating. And the longing that intensifies until nothing else is left.
Perhaps the yearning exists precisely because we are the creatures who remember. Not merely the ones who store information, as a stone absorbs heat, but the ones for whom the past rises up unbidden, vivid and insistent, trailing its springtime colts and old weathers.
We remember those moments that are seared into the synapses, not chosen, not cataloged, but burned in by some alchemy of intensity and emotion that the body decided, without consulting us, to keep.
The moments of ecstasy, when something, a landscape, a piece of music, another human being, even the particular quality of light on a winter afternoon, swept us so completely off our moorings that we forgot, for one grace-soaked instant, who we were.
We returned from those moments altered in some way we couldn't name, relaxed and refreshed, as though the forgetting itself had been a kind of nourishment.
And the other moments too. The ones we did not choose and cannot shed. When terror gripped us so completely, so down to the cellular level, that even after it passed, even years after, its residue settled quietly into the dark of the closet, folded among the other things we cannot quite bring ourselves to look at directly.
But memory is not only catastrophic. It is also the dandelion held beneath a small chin, and the giggle that followed, pure and unhesitating.
It is the afternoon he toddled the puppies down to the river, his whole body an expression of emptiness all conspiring to make one of those moments the heart would later refuse to release.
These are the memories that hurt the most precisely because they were so simple, and so complete, and so clearly temporary even as they were happening.
Memory is the sense of self, the story we tell others, but the felt continuity that persuades us, against all evidence of impermanence.
Michael Markham
The purpose
Of life
Is not to win,
There are no winners,
The point is not
To understand,
Or to work out
How it works,
Life doesn't work
Nor fails to work,
The purpose
Of life
Isn't self-improvement,
Or self-development,
Or greater self-awareness,
Or self-realisation,
The highest achievement
Is not to know thy self,
There really is no one
To improve,
Or develop,
Or become more aware,
Or know,
Or realise.
Life really
Doesn't have
A purpose,
Other than
The one you give it.
But perhaps
The only purpose
Of life is living,
The only reason
For being
Is being,
Just being,
Just being alive.
And this ...
This
Is already
As it is.
Tim Cliss
Hip mobility is essential for healthy and pain-free movement. And it might even predict how long you'll live.
What does that look like?
According to Dr. Kelly Starrett (@thereadystate), you should be able to squat with your hip crease below your knee, stand on one leg and pull the other knee up past 90 degrees, and lower yourself to the floor and stand back up without using your hands or dropping a knee.
These are just basic signs that your hips, balance, coordination, and strength are in a pretty good place.
Lower sit-and-rise scores have been associated with substantially higher all-cause mortality. This means basic movement capacity tells you a lot. If getting down to the floor and back up feels hard, or you can’t hit a simple squat position, it's probably a sign you’re missing some combination of hip function, strength, balance, or coordination.
Kelly outlines these and other essential mobility assessments in the latest episode of the FoundMyFitness podcast. See below for links.
It's all Innocent,
All of it,
Without exception.
The longing
And the lust,
The fear
And the frustration,
The envy
And the jealousy,
The greed
And the gluttony,
The apathy
And the sloth,
The anger
And aggression,
Even the guilt,
Even the blame,
Even the shame.
All Innocently
Appearing
To not be Innocence,
Innocently
Appearing
To not be
Love.
Tim Cliss
The Marshmallow Test is one of psychology's most famous experiments.
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“Change. But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed.”
— Attributed to Paulo Coelho
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What's crazy about this is
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We are witnessing the single best trade in history
I don't think founders are particularly likable people
We're always dissatisfied with the way things are and always want to fix things
This constant dissatisfaction doesn't mesh well with most people, and our relentless belief that we can fix it triggers insecurities in others
1/ Lots of discussion out there about the early start of alts season, and some surprise that it’s happening given bitcoin is "only" up a few hundred percent from the lows.
Some thoughts.
"Joy can only be real if people look upon their life as a service and have a definite object in life outside themselves and their personal happiness." - Leo Tolstoy
Fulfillment is found in connection to something bigger than the self.
Find service, find joy.
- @SahilBloom
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