THE SOUL
 

"The human heart has always had love of some kind.
There has always been fire on the earth."

Ralph Waldo Emerson



In my humble opinion, one of the most difficult parts of life has been coming to terms with the conflict of feelings of love I have - my love for others, my love of creativity and art, my love of beauty in its endless variety, my love of children and their laughter, my love of just being able to see and sense and smell and breathe each day, and then - the terrible sense of unknowing - the real human loss (in body and psyche), the burden of the daily struggle and the seeming injustice in how so many others are forced to live. 

And yet - from whence does love come?  And to what purpose?  In those moments of love, I can sense a great joy and power in my soul.  I identify with the greatness life can provide, such as the poetry of the wind passing quietly among treetops, or a mother nursing her child as she sways to calm him.  I believe many like myself  have sensed love at one time or another, and it is a feeling one never forgets once experienced.  But one can ask, why do we experience love and to what purpose does it serve?  Are we to believe love is a mere biological mechanism, a by-product of millions of years of chance-random mutations?  Or do we dare believe love to be something greater, something deeper with immeasurable meaning?  For myself, this question about love and loves's implications reaches to the heart of my own personal spiritual journey.  A journey that I think makes no sense if love is just a delusion.