"What is this thing called love?"

When I was in Youth With a Mission in Perth, there lived a Canadian family under me. The father was a cheerful and sturdy mechanic with half a thumb missing who played guitar and sang a bit. The chorus of his favourite song went, "What is this thing called love / I know I've found it / It's in your eyes." This line has stuck with me for a long time, as long as I have wondered, what is this thing called love?

1. Corinthians 13 verses 4-8 seem promising when adressing the issue, in that it opens, "Love is..." promising a definition. Instead we are only given a description,

"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails."

So, for long I was frustrated with this 'answer' and, actually, disappointed with the Bible for its apparent failure in adressing my questions about so central a subject. Now, the following may not seem like much of a revelation to you but it was hugely liberating to me. I'll explain more about that lastly.

The point is that love cannot be captured entirely in words, much like a personality cannot, and thus it can merely be described.

This revelation unified two clichés that seemed before to be contradicting, that love is a choice and that love is a passion (yet another area in which logos and libido are at war). This unification was not as much logically as it was emotionally (/spiritually?) within me.
In any case I felt liberated as my feelings and thoughts had now been formulated into an understandable sentence: I was justified and free to say, "I love you, " knowing what it was meant to convey! [smile]

Campsite - remixing "Lines Intact"

I'm sitting in a studio in Holland with Campsite and they're remixing their song, "Lines Intact" from their new album "names, dates & places." Objectively speaking, I can really recommend this, their debut album, which'll be released in Denmark in a couple of months. [grin]

Okay, I'm taking off now though. This is boring me.. But do say the word if ya'll want my hypothesis on What Love Is. hah

V8 turbo - touring version

I got a call from a guy I know in Copenhagen who plays in a band (campsite). They're playing a load of concerts in Germany, Holland and here in Denmark in these coming times but only one of the bandmembers has a driver's license. So I was asked if I wanted to be the driver which I naturally accepted. So I'm leaving now and will be back the 18th Sep., hopefully with alot of good experiences behind me! [smile]

Very informative, aren't I? In other news, I've applied to about 20 kindergartens and a hotel and none of them want me.
On the musical front let's just say that someone's dangling a carrot in front of me and that I'll be running after it. [secretive snigger]

Contentment/happiness

I have never valued friends as much as I do now - when I have none. The only one I actually do have is leaving in a week, so I'm getting used to the idea of not having anyone.

A year ago I had so many people calling me that I didn't want anymore friends and hadn't the energy to talk to anyone, but now I have no-one to call on a day where I have nothing on my schedule. The only thing to do is to get a job, make money and specialize.

In these times of overflowing welfare one has to specialize to become anything (or so one is led to believe). All the pompous artists and other communication medias proclaim their adventures of the high life casting shadows on the 'normal' ways of life: a solid family, a regular house, a decent car and a hobby to compensate for whatever the day-job lacks. But it is excactly because the high-livers, the spenders, live out the lifestyle that is a necessity for their success, a loud one, that we are never directly told of the joys of simple living (as all the ones living simply aren't loud about it.) Now, in the light of all this: what is happiness?

I think the (humanistic) answer is 'home.' Yes, being at home in the company of a friend (if you're lucky it's a circle of friends), raising your children healthily and loving your spouse. This is the peak of civilisation, what our forefathers fought for in WWI and II (no, I won't turn this on the war on the Middle East).

[I'm not ready to propose a spiritual answer, no]