I wrote in Urgency. that all things must be expressed, but you don’t have to be the one expressing them. That is true by personal choice and also true of fractal reality. If everything is composed of fractals from a set number of original elements repeating, then those elements are what must be expressed. That happens in the healthiest, purest of ways, the sickest of ways, and every way in between. Need it be that way? Need every variation of an element be expressed?
No. It is the element that must be expressed, not the infinitude of its degraded variants. From the point of view of the purest, which is Love, all degradations are immediately and compassionately understood. They needn’t exist to be understood, for Love does not have an opposite called “evil.”
In Love there is no friction, only Love. Love is not confused about our confusions. Love is not struggling against anything. When we do not self-identify as Love, we create a bubble out of opposites. We strive for Love, crave it, attribute the best and worst of us to it, because we don’t identify as it.
If we’ve been harmed by people who told us they loved us, we may understandably reject all notions of love. But again, true Love is not a thing we say or do. It is the state of—and the action of—Being, not our doing. Being has its own doing. When one is in Love, the saying and doing flow naturally. Action, in that case, comes from neither friction nor repression.
In Love there is only innocence, not the pretending of it. In Love there is no accepting or rejecting, for Love has a clarity that burns through the frivolity and the lies that we use to make certain judgements, certain decisions, in time, as we excuse ourselves with clichés like, “It’s complicated.” Love is more than uncomplicated, it is understanding.
Our fractal versions of Love are also uncomplicated. They, like any expressions of time, can appear to be complicated if we examine the minutiae, the parts of them, the surface motivations and feelings and actions. But underlying them all is the uncomplicated fact that the whole mechanism is a form of running from what we are. Running from true Love because we were born into that circumstance and were trained to call it “human nature” and then struggle against the demons of our alleged nature for our entire lives.
When we sidestep the maze of our angels and demons, we see it for what it is. We don’t avoid it or play into it. We simply understand it and have no further relationship with it. Awful and fleetingly great-feeling moments may be expressed in that maze, but you will not be the one expressing them. It is enough that they play out in imagination alone.
Now, for you science and science fiction fans reading this, ponder the implications of what you just read for a multiverse. Perhaps we’ve eliminated a theory or two.