Friday, July 24, 2026
The concern over others’ emotions doesn’t concern me. I’m not even concerned about my own emotions.
I love you no matter what. And I love myself, no matter what.
I love you with rage. I love you with two pennies in the bank. I love you with 600 trillion pennies in the bank. I love you dying. I love you dead, gone, forgotten. I love you alive. I love you young. I love you old. I love you here and there.
What would make me love you any less or more? That’s not possible, when it’s True Love.
When nothing matters, love is True. If you can love yourself, even after you’ve had an emotional tirade, you’ll understand the love a father or mother has for their child. The child has a fit, the parent loves him until he calms down. Father (Mother) knows best. Deep Love knows.
Are you OK? The only one who knows the answer is the questioner. It’s identical to asking, am I OK? Am I responsible for your emotions? Of course not, I’m not even responsible for my own.
The difference, if there is any, is that I’m not responsible in the way most people think I am. I experience emotions (which are essentially uncontrollable and quick), but they do not own or have power over me. Even if I am sick, I’m OK. Even if I’m terminally ill, I am OK.
But I am terminally ill – it’s called living.
“Are you OK with being terminal?”
“What choice is there?”
“Can you love me if I am terminal?”
“Yes.”
“What about when I’m hateful – can you love me, then?”
“Yes, but do you want to be hateful?’
“Not particularly, but sometimes I slip.”
“OK – then I still love you. I will always love you – no matter what.”
“So that’s what love is?”
“I see no reason to think it’s conditional, transactional, or otherwise.”