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Blinded by love

In London, October 2022
 


        From the gloom I encountered recently while reviewing my second novel, suddenly decided to start a new blog in a new platform in English today, which I procrastinated for a long time. 

Sleeping is alway right. Allows my brain to renew. 

Already having been using Google document for writing my second novel (wrote the whole first draft in Google document), and the Blogger post form doesn't seem that different from Google document form, but editing in Google document is more user-friendly and detailed than in Blogger. 

I rarely watch TV, but yesterday, watched briefly Dolsingles my parents were watching. The program was/is filmed in US, and the casts were Koreans living there. 

What one of the casts said caught my ear. 

"You were blinded by love." 

The cast was talking about his marriage and divorce, and the other cast said to him as above. 

As mulling over what love is and what defines love for writing the second novel, always carefully read, think, and listen to anything relevant to the aspects of love these days. 

Sometimes, can't believe the destination of love, especially the love between a man and a woman, is nothing but a marriage or child-bearing. Soredake? Trying to think that there must be more than that, but as human beings confined in lives under the particular conditions which only the earth can provide, there must be no other ends than those.

Maybe in other universes where philosophy and mechanism of creatures are different than those of human beings on the earth, the result of loving other creatures could be anything more than a marriage and conception.

A marriage and conception are an act of creation. In view of creation which has been continued for and by all the created objects including human beings from the very moment of big bang, a love leading to a married life could never be separated from the creation, the creation of offsprings. However, a love can also be interpreted and defined on the dimension of human minds rather than the dimension of physicality. 

The reason why I prone to consider love as above could probably be that I don't have any valid data which makes me believe that the consummation of love is the physical creation. Always have been trying to find other possibilities where love can disembark, for example, not being together in the end but a separation could be one form of love, to give a space to or protect one’s counterpart.

Destruction, not creation, could also be another form of love when someone sufferring from a certain trauma or having an oddly ditorted self are in love, where the one falls in love with someone subconsciously to destruct him/herself and the loved one as well.


In London, October, 2022


A destruction for recreation and reconstruction could also be another act of love, which is often examined in relation to love of God, who is said to work in a mysterious way. Such a destruction would not be imagined as love at the time when desctructive actions actually occur. However, when the destruction miraculously leads to a positive end later, one can realize in the end that the regeneration could have not been possible without the destruction. It is deemed that God intentionally allows us to be destroyed, to fail, and to experience meltdowns such that we can move on to a next stage where we can be regenerated. The whole process could be His act of love.


In London, October, 2022


Being blinded by love, which is one aspect of love that I want to examine in my second novel. Falling in love is like exquisite dreaming that could never be experienced otherwise. No such experience, or state of mind, is compared to loving someone, which is extremely private and also completely absolute at the same time for those in love. The question is, from which point love starts and at which point love is said to be ended? Can love be love even after love, the dreaming, ends? If not, what is it, the being together?




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