[This is part of The System]

The Hurt & the Vague Longing

Hard to speak to the origin of this Hurt swirling like out-of-control wildfire from gut out through body, radiating danger, tugging shoulders down and sex up, molding into a tiny ball on rolled-up on the ground, licked and lost.

The vague-longing is easier to figure. The specific longings are only meaningful, heedful, and plan- and goal-inspiring if undergirded by some vague quenchless dissatisfaction. Suppose I feel hungry but have no greater sense that things matter: if I don’t at some fundamental level acknowledge the existence of problems that need solving, I will still just sit there being hungry. And so the vague-longing attaches itself to various specific longings, driving men, mosquitos, and all the rest on and on, always hungry of heart, desperate of mind.

In any case, the wisdom meme has delivered a Something Deeperism centered upon Pure Love to everyone; so everyone will soon be wise and we will all soon be able to wisely share meaning, power, the environment, community, media landscapes, and other public goods.

Pure Love conquers all with love-overflowing. Pure Love doesn’t make the Hurt or the vague-longing disappear, but It so completely dwarfs all worldly happenstances, that they become as manageable as a fading mosquito bite that we’d forgotten about oh and now it itches and we recall it but then oh no not so much and we’re focused elsewhere and are forgetful of it and off we go, living our lives, bound neither by violent wounds nor procedural ones.