Love is not an emotion. It’s not a sentiment, a fleeting feeling. Love is not transactional. It’s not fair, or rational. Love is an actual presence. It’s a presence that’s within us. And it’s more vast than I could ever name or that my own individual life can ever grasp. Love is an actual presence that calls us to be present to it, to be its witness if we can allow that small egoic self to quiet down enough to just listen.
