Peace, Love, and Understanding.... the universe.

My mother read an update on my facebook page from some girl who decided to badmouth me indirectly for the manner of my status updates. She suggested I tell her off, or remove her as a friend, and so on to various degrees. I admit to thinking how to make myself sound justified in doing these things even before she suggested them, but I seem to have evolved beyond it. I said I do not need to spend anytime hating anyone for something so minor, it is much easier to just let it float on by. Simply put I try to worry about what is in my world, and respond with a bit of love and understanding.


French Philosopher Henrik Bergson said that the Brain does not perceive the universe, instead it acts as blinders that allow us to block out the overwhelming amount of information in the universe so we can handle it all. Because we are all interconnected, the universe is one and the same. We exist alone because this is how perception is. Like the electron flying through a cloud aimlessly, it exists in all places except when observed. That observation is our existence, and while that sounds boring I find comfort in it. How can we possibly sink while observing? We exist in all possible locations, so how can we want?
Really, it all seems inconsequential if you think about it all as an ebb and flow of consciousness across a unified singular existence. All except the overlapping mundane existences, that is to say where we interact with others with a small window of perspective. There are numerous psychological factors we understand from our interactions, from hating someone for not having the same point of view, or attributing poor interactions with someone to character flaws on their part, to loving someone for having the same perspective.

This culminates in the several types of love that exist, platonic love and undying included. If we all are cut from the same cloth, sharing a unified existence only holding a unique perception or window we use to look upon the universe, then the only thing that is not mundane is when we are blessed enough to look out on the same thing with two sets of eyes. (or more)
This is the only time we are not alone, when a shared perspective is found. Who hasn’t been in a room full of people and been lonely? Most likely this is because we are not sharing the same experience, or at least not cognizant that you are sharing an experience in the same magnitude. If we watch a movie or other artist medium, we usually have as much pleasure telling a friend about it, selling them on how good or bad it was, and the penultimate is showing them the art piece and hearing their opinion. We bask in happiness when their verdict is identical, and become frustrated when it is diametrically opposed to yours.

Now we are revealed to the part of the story where to the erudition that I am optimistic romantic. It seems to me that platonic love is at its zenith when we share the same perspective and we enjoy sharing experiences because of that commonality.
For your consideration from Wikipedia:
The triangular theory of love is a theory of love developed by psychologist Robert Sternberg. The theory characterizes love within the context of interpersonal relationships by three different components:
Intimacy – Which encompasses feelings of closeness, connectedness, and bondedness.
Passion – Which encompasses drives that lead to romance, physical attraction, and sexual consummation.
Commitment – Which encompasses, in the short term, the decision to remain with another, and in the long term, the shared achievements and plans made with that other.
(coincidentically, I love Wikipedia)

This means the best relationships do have based on a friendship, and when we share that level of intimacy, we are happier. I have always associated that intimacy closely with love. Commitment just seems to follow by my perspective.
Passion seems to be the real lynchpin of the whole thing. This is the only thing that has nothing to do that shared existence and really confuses me. Perhaps it is because my life has been devoid of any passion. I will talk about this topic more in the future.
I think this means that love is the most important thing in the world because it is the only concept that existentially supersedes the mundane nature of our existence. It allows us to bridge the gap of our limited mental prowess to truly exist on a higher level, a shared universal level. This gives meaning to every single speck of dust in the universe, only if you find someone to agree with you on the meaning.
I think there many be many different ways for you to obtain that level of love you need to make a universal existence possible, and obtain happiness. Though I still hold out hope that there is a way to get those three components extremely high, and find that one love that makes a prefect mate to people watch with while experiencing everything that we can find in the universe. Or at least fucking watch some 30 Rock with. I do want to go to there.