Blindness to Relationship

Why do we not understand love?

Why do we forget how love can consume our existence? Is the 139th Psalm a broad-overview statement of clinical omnipresence; or is it the song of a heart so drowned in love that the heart's lover is so inescapable even hell can not take Love's Raptured Presence away?



So we hate and kill like abused, lovesick dogs. Not even comprehending love songs when they are scripted before us. Script is an interesting word, defined as "write". It is more than that - it is the essence of conveyable action. Theater or screen scripts are the skeleton of the life and emotion that the story /breathes/. Computer scripts are the texts that govern bits and streams of process to perform powerful operations with minimal opportunity of randomization. So a script is a picture of action (including emotion).



And still we approach emotion like it doesn't exist. When the psalmist writes, "when I awake, I am still with thee" or, "Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!" or, "I have waked, and I am still with Thee" or, "When I awake, I am still with thee," there is some strength in a wager that there is no disgruntled animosity between the scriptor and the one being addressed. Reading the passage recently, it vividly reminded me of waking and looking across the bed at the one I love, and thinking, "you are still here" in words and "I love you" in emotion. What if this Psalm is the same: not an observance of the Presence of an omnipresent God that is presented by far too much tradition of Church and Creed and Theological Idiot-ness; but a song of emotion and love and stirring in the heart of someone so deep in a personal relationship that even in the wildest fantasy the Love is still more vivid than dawn-light sun burning color back into the night world, or than brain warping concepts like time. There is color in the script; emotion, love, and passion. Why do we treat everything like a science textbook babbling on about flaming balls of gas when we should be looking at (or at least remembering) the carpet of coloured gems that we call stars in the sky above us?