Sunday, May 9, 2010

Let Toni Morrison tell us about love.

The following passage is one of the most moving treatises on love (or anything) I have ever been acquainted with. I also think it may be true.
Let me tell you about love, that silly word you believe is about whether you like somebody or whether somebody likes you or whether you can put up with somebody in order to get something or someplace you want or you believe it has to do with how your body responds to another body like robins or bison or maybe you believe love is how forces or nature or luck is benign to you in particular not maiming or killing you but if so doing it for your own good. Love is none of that. There is nothing in nature like it. Not in robins or bison or in the banging tails of your hunting dogs and not in blossoms or suckling foal. Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is God. You do not deserve love regardless of the suffering you have endured. You do not deserve love because somebody did you wrong. You do not deserve love just because you want it. You can only earn - by practice and careful contemplations - the right to express it and you have to learn how to accept it. Which is to say you have to earn God. You have to practice God. You have to think God-carefully. And if you are a good and diligent student you may secure the right to show love. Love is not a gift. It is a diploma. A diploma conferring certain privileges: the privilege of expressing love and the privilege of receiving it.

4 comments:

Elisa said...

Thank you, thank you, Sam-I-Am.

Ashley A. said...

That is powerful. And so true. Thanks for sharing it.

david. said...

Love is not a gift. It is a diploma. A diploma conferring certain privileges: the privilege of expressing love and the privilege of receiving it.'

i am at work and holding back tears.

ju said...

i'm not sure how much i agree with any of that...though, i suppose until i write my own treatise on love i won't ever really know, for myself.

decent food for thought, tho!