The Realm Of Concepts

       




the Realm of concepts, of ideas
these words these shapes we form containers
as hollow and as full as we fill it

but no matter what it is filled with
it is contained and in restraints
such sometimes tender  and other time sensual pain

Restraints none the less

the problem is we forget what Ideas really are and that they are never "is",

continuous motion simultaneous    existences of change of many
all in one and all in many

even ourselves could be called ideas which in  that state  leads to many other complications

so lost in the realm of concepts
we use  containers to grasp and relate infinite ideas

love for example

there’s like, In like,  obsession, codependency,( different from Dependency), Lust, addiction, love, Love and In love

so what is it to be in love
or simply what is it to love
its kinda  like asking whats a box made of  and what shape is it ( which has many deep profound answers of its own)
instead of asking whats in the box  why is it in the box, and what could be in the box is there a should be?

where both questions should be asked  though neither will be completely answer
because for something to be complete it would mean the end and ideas do not end
they cast off but they do not end 

so hey whats love?
Whats hate? whats any emotion? chemicals? Nature's cunning reproduction game?
Honestly when  i set my  Mental Ego aside  i am not worried, maybe i am insane,  Maybe i am just kidding myself
but what ever may it be this  is me,  in shock but they love me, he loves me, she loves me  the true why i deny to know as i see me not worthy, if they needed to they could take a gun to my head and i'd smile  i love you i'll miss you, or they may take scalpel  and slowly  carving pain into me i'd say  here take it take my heart didn't you know you already had it?  Maybe i have had all my screws gone missing but i know who i love and know how to give them the love they wish
though as i struggle now to keep balance, for i am not two i am only one  but with them theres no number

for my heart is mine but with it is grafted two others so my heart is no longer only mine as there tendrils are deep within me  i feel them with intense empathy  I love He, I Love she but  the "in" seems to depend on relativism  it is the "in" i inquire but i find it  to make things fleeting as it is the physical desires  and i will make no judgments  with  the fleeting
for the fleeting will harm them in the kindest way,  a way i wish to avoid but know it can not be  because of the human ego we all are encased in so one day not today a decision will be made

so whats love anyway  I wonder

well  I dun no about you but Ill enjoy always wondering learning  and creating something in the great nothing of everything

- Kas-K Bubbles