The other big theme of my life is the nature of love.
Last week, my son and I tackled the question, "Why are we here?" He brought it up as we were driving to church Wednesday night. We discussed a lot of different philosophies and ways that people have answered this question throughout the ages. I emphasized our ability and responsibility to learn, to grow, to explore and honor truth. We talked about God and creation and gnawed on ideas.
But that is only part of my answer.
I forgot to talk about love.
The concept of a million faces and dimensions,
the subject of philosophers and poets,
the bane of the bitter and brokenhearted.
The Alpha and Omega, the beginning and end.
I am joined by a million in my chorus, but it has just recently dawned on me how vital this exploration is to the core of who I am. It's one of my sacred truths, a defining element to who I am.
To wrestle the angels, to look under the boulders...
We read books, watch movies, write, and enter into the messy tangle of humanity searching to understand and experience love in all of it's many incarnations.
The grandest, and yet infused in our very atoms.
And in this dawning of awareness, in this embracing of truth, I find an old friend who has been here the whole time, waiting for me to acknowledge what is and what shall be.
There is a greatest purpose growing in me, a parting of the curtain to a great light.
"If we ever leave a legacy, it's that we loved each other well."