“As humans manifest their power in terms of numbers, it is love that remains the oneness.
In a scenario where a human believes they can bury their memories beneath the grave, hurl the past behind, it is simple denial.
A human denies the ‘existence’ of God, in the same way that they deny their own grief, knowing the memory unable to die. It is love that cannot die. For what thing ‘exists’ that had already died, though still lives on in the heart? If God is described to be eternal, then it is love, the same way.
Love remains inextinguishable, due to that it cannot suffocated by the numerous grain of soil, or sand, when buried beneath it all. We cannot hurl the past behind, nor can we drown it. We cannot simply forget what hurts, that was once loved.”– Modern Romanticism
Excerpt – “A Population for Trust” – Volume One/Chapter One – “A Pandemic that Originates” – 8/4/2020
“Humans have a fixation to multiply themselves, making their power to be believed in terms of numbers. Yet, it is the loss of control upon that power, that objectively proves a human to have none, neither over themselves nor of Nature. For what creates a human, being of Nature or God, or of a father who planted the seed in a woman’s womb, marks the fate of a human to not be suffocated by love. We see of it, that a human infant must be born head-first, or otherwise be strangled by their own umbilical cord. Suffocation is the inevitability of love’s power, when control through the head, through leadership, is not heeded nor attended to. A person’s anarchical petulance becomes most paramount, during a time when love is becoming suffocated under numbers.”– A Population for Trust