Sometimes love seems like a plural. It seems as if you can segregate it into various types of love that you can compare or measure. “Do you love me more than I love you?” “Do you love him more than you love me?” “Is a mother’s love different from the emotion that is felt between lovers?”
We ask these things to each other and ourselves, and we suffer over so many dilemmas such as – is it okay to love many people at the same time, how is it okay to love them, and here we face subcategories of questions – is it okay to have many friends or better to have less friends, is it okay to sit with a different person every day at school, is it okay to have “just friends” of the opposite sex or does it mean complication, is it okay to remain closely bonded with family even after “growing up”, is it okay to cut with family, is it okay to marry a number of times and feel proud of it, are we essentially monogamous or not, and we make such a big issue out of it. People feel jealousy because they are afraid of a plural love. They are afraid of becoming an insignificant player in the love game as a result of too many players on the field.
However, love cannot be plural, love is always a unity. Love can unite more than two people, though. Love is that feeling when you look at someone and you know, “we are one”. We can be one in so many various ways… the unity we experience through love does not necessarily have to be physical, not necessarily genetic, not necessarily a family bond, not necessarily a conversation, not a nationality, not a creed even; sometimes we love by a gaze, sometimes by being silent, we love by just imagining, we love when we feel as one watching a soccer game on TV.
We love when we can look at something from another’s perspective… and to accept plural perspectives, you have to unite with a number of people’s souls for even if a moment each. You dedicate a part of your life every day to a number of people you love, it is natural. It seems like you’re going through a plural experience, many heartbreaks, many arguments, many reconciliations, and it seems like the love you have felt for one person is a separate thing from the love you feel for another person… but have you not seen how love adds up to become complete, and that you love the next person you meet with the completeness of the loves you have met up to now? These experiences cannot be separated.
Love is incomparable in this sense between people; there is no such thing as “greater” and “lesser” love, because it is the same global feeling, and it sometimes seems confusing because it plays itself out on a huge game field with billions of players. But the truth is – there is nothing to fear, because even being one in a billion, each one of us is an irreplaceable player in the team called humanity. Love is incomparable between people because no two people live in a world that is just their own, secluded from the rest… the two people mix in with others, sooner or later, and then what will you compare when you can draw no borders between one world and another? Our separate individual worlds, through love, all meld into one, the world of humanity.
Love is a singularity, because you are one, all of you, and all of you are endlessly in love with each other. Love someone, anyone, and you love the world through them. Love yourself, and you love the world. It’s as simple as that.
When I am in love with Ourself, I need only to look at you with open eyes, and you will fall in love with me too, because you will remember that this is the way we originally are. And this love that has no beginning and no reason for being, this singularity, this point of origin, is what unites the billions of us into one soul.
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