There is a feeling that is not a feeling, neither a psychic phenomenon nor a natural phenomenon.
Therefore, not what matters, but the very fact of its existence, because it springs from itself, perpetuates from one's own being through one's own being. Being, not nature, is absolute. Its nature is relative to so many equally similar systems to other three-dimensional systems. In fact, the being of this non-feeling is among the absolute things because it derives from the Absolute itself.
Fate or fatality?
But is it absolutely usable? I am not referring to a deciphering access that works by understanding the virtues of the absolute, but to compromise access, a benefit from which one can benefit and which is palpable (not with hands) but which does not reveal the absolute; That access and that possession of Blaga who does not crush the wondrous wreath of the world and loves it, the enigmatic mystery of our being. But has Blaga even managed to go to absolute, to this "mystery"? Did he really feel the mystery of the mystery and exalted himself? Or be this true fatality of humanity: the tendency, not the decipherment of the absolute, for this is certainly impossible, but to its attainment, in a form incomprehensible to us, which is also to be refused to us.
I have often wondered if we have the love or love that we possess.
If we accept the impossibility of any form of reaching absolute, yes, we possess love. Love is a matter of self-suggestion, strictly rational in which the brain manipulates itself. Those "symptoms of love" are just sensations caused by nervous stimuli sent by the manipulated and manipulative brain at the same time.
In this case, "love" is just a name. A name emptied of meaning, for the absolute meaning is denied. This pseudo-love is a copy of the original, that ideal love (here is raised an interesting problem: an idea can not be but if behind it is the concept of that object, so the idea of an unborn poet is because we have the concept of poet - We know for thousands of years since Plato, and then, how can we have the idea of love, of that original that we copy, if no one ever felt love, how can we have the idea of a concept that does not exist? To Antitese).
This love intensifies and subsides over time. It is habit, convenience and necessity. And the suffering of this love springs from exactly the opposite of the same concepts: disobedience, incompetence and lack of the object of necessity.
There are many of these loves, they come and pass, like human states.
From the beginnings of humanity there is a special concern for love. Generally, man wishing to understand, to explain, to grasp his essence, and in particular - each of them wanting it for him. Man tends to love through his own soul structure, for he has done it since it is known, even when he did not go out of love or Valentine's Day movies.
So we were born with the concept of love, being inspired by Creation. We do not need math, private science or philosophy to know that love exists.
Love is absolute, so we have it. It does not float in the air, but in the soul, in the "recipe" of the "reed," in the "politicon" of the "zoon" in "after My Image and Assignment". Love is there, it must be triggered and channeled over the various objects.
But that love between man and woman is special. It is a combination of Plato's heavenly and public eros, for it is also the quest for virtue and perfection, but it also has other purposes. And this love possesses man and not the other way around. The difficulty is perhaps also in the chance and in the degree of loosening of the bodily things of the soul. A "corporalized" soul can not know the true love, the one who exalts the soul and perfect man and the meaning of man's life.
The Absolute of Love gives it uniqueness. To love many times is nonsense. If, however, he "loves" more than once and only once, then that must be the last.
If we only accept the thesis means that life is really sad. Tending to something that is forever refused is meaningless and moral. That would mean the annulment of the concept of good and evil and the overthrow of all the scales of values.
If I totally condemn the thesis again, I'm wrong. The love a person can feel (as long as it is true) can not be totally neither absolute nor exalting, nor habit and autosuggestion.