JULY 10, 2014 THURSDAY MORNING
Hi, my eternal wife. Guten morgen. Ich liebe dich. I love you.
Let me insert a Joseph Campbell quote here, which I stumbled across this morning. It falls short of defining our infinite love for each other, but it helps to do it. Here is the quote:
"When you make the sacrifice in marriage, you're sacrificing not to each other but to unity in a relationship." - Joseph Campbell
That unity, Honey Bun, is our eternal oneness with each other, beyond the illusion of time.
I would also like to add two more Joseph Campbell quotes right here, since they help to establish the ambience of this letter:
"The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are" and "God is a metaphor for that which transcends all levels of intellectual thought. It's as simple as that." - Joseph Campbell
Now what follows in this letter, which I wrote to you early this morning, Honey Bun, before I began this edit of it, is freeform writing. Here we go:
Chris, these daily letters to you are so uplifting to me. The reasons are many and various, I think, and very, very real. These are difficult for me to pin down with mind and reason. But that is no reason to think them not real.
This is smoke in my palm, this atomic explosion mushroom cloud. These butterflies, geese, schools of fish and children, these words oozing from my hand... are they not real? Aren't they!
They exist in my imagination. Yes but...
Yes but nothing!
All these things exist outside of my imagination, too! They exist as the biochemical processes correlated to them. They exist as the neutral processes in both writer and reader correlated to them. They exist as results of prior cognitive states in beings mine and my parents, my teachers and theirs.
And who are my teachers but the humid air outside my door? The smell of the blooms in my youth and yours? Who teaches and what? What teaches and whom?
We are all one soul. One among many like a pea a carrot garlic clove boiling in a witch's cauldron. An angel's picnic. An ocean's bubble. A galaxy's grain of dream.
I love you, Chris, as a solid reality in all this infinity. A secure base in a timeless infinity. Words. Songs. Riffs of jazz in an eternal night forever brilliant with a rising sun. This. Our love. Our lives. They are what we choose them to be.
I love you, Honey Bun. And this love will outlive everything. For it is being beyond the vicissitudes of time and space and the judgments of others, the beliefs of others.
I choose to believe what I want to believe. What difference is that from the physicist and surgeon, the alley way and the stars. They all exist in real forms in some ways impossible to grasp in their essence by hubris infected intellect.
One and one equals two? Please. Who says that? What proof? Where is this mysterious one and another exactly like it? If you have one exactly like it, the exactness makes it the same one. Ergo, one and itself equals itself equals one. Hence, one and one equals one!
Crazy? I think not-yes-maybe. I think yes and I think no. I am crazy and I am sane. I am all things. I am unity and I am contradiction. The two of me are one big unified harmonious contradiction.
I love you, Honey Bun. And you love me. How ridiculous to think that in all this infinite reality there can be such a thing as death. How absurd to fear there may be anything less than eternal magic from which we can dip and choose our existences as we please. It is ours to live and to love.
I love you, Chris. And the power of this love will crush galaxies which seek to impinge their silly rules of atheistic hubris upon the universe we choose as our home.
Yes. We choose what we say. One and one equals me and you, the one love. Ours. Us.
Come. Let’s play.
"Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls." - Joseph Campbell
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