No I'm not being morose. No I've not had an overdose of depressing literature. And no, this is most certainly NOT my disembodied spirit accessing my page. It's just that I've been reading Rumi, Andal, and a few other deep meaning poets - and I happened to draw certain parallels between their state of mind and the ultimate thingamajig called Love.
Rumi was absolutely irrevocably DRUNK on Love. Andal couldn't even THINK of anything or anyone else but her beloved Krishna. The rest of the world and all its lures was like a fly to them, swatted away at most and not ever paid attention to.
Is there a love like this even in this day and age? I wonder.......
The love I know is strongest when I am close to animals, especially canines. It is overpowering, cloying and pretty much like an inner megatsunami. I CANNOT bear to see them hurt or hungry or in any pain - to see any of them dying possibly kills one big chunk of me for all time. My heart feels so big around them that I feel I am a part of my heart and not vice versa.
Oh yeah, the death reference. This Rumi/Andal kind of legendary love kills you while you are still alive. Every part and product of your thinking that you thought was real dies. You eat, sleep, breathe, walk, talk Love. The Great Beyond is this. You realise, in a discarding sort of way, that everything EVERYTHING before this was immaterial, unnecessary, maybe even illusionary, unreal.