Here’s a fabulous piece about the aspect of energy, and how it is related to the emotion and associated feeling of love. I’m sure we’ve all felt it… that surge feeling, the rhythmic pulsation of love. You know it is real because it is palpable and visceral sensation.
LOVE AS ENERGY
We are accustomed to consider (and with what a refinement of
analysis !) only the sentimental face of love, the joy and miseries
it causes us. It is in its natural dynamism and its evolutionary
significance that I shall be dealing with it here, with a view to
determining the ultimate phases of the phenomenon of man.
Considered in its full biological reality, love-that is to say,
the affinity of being with being-is not peculiar to man. It is
a general property of all life and as such it embraces, in its varieties
and degrees, all the forms successively adopted by organised
matter. In the mammals, so close to ourselves, it is easily recognised
in its different modalities : sexual passion, parental instinct,
social solidarity, etc. Farther off, that is to say lower down on
the tree of life, analogies are more obscure until they become so
faint as to be imperceptible. But this is the place to repeat what
I said earlier when we were discussing the ‘ within of things ‘.
If there were no real internal propensity to unite, even at a prodigiously
rudimentary level-indeed in the molecule itself–it
would be physically impossible for love to appear higher up,
with us, in ‘ horninised ‘ form. By rights, to be certain of its
presence in ourselves, we should assume its presence, at least in
an inchoate form, in everydung that is. And in fact if we look
around us at the confluent ascent of consciousnesses, we see it
is not lacking anywhere. Plato felt this and has immortalised
the idea in his Dialogues. Later, with thinkers like Nicolas of
Cusa, mediaeval philosphy returned technically to the same
notion. Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world
seek each other so that the world may come to being. This is
no metaphor ; and it is much more than poetry. Whether as a
force or a curvature, the universal gravity of bodies, so strilung
to us, is merely the reverse or shadow of that which really moves
nature. To perceive cosmic energy ‘ at the fount ‘ we must, if
there is a within of things, go down into the internal or radial
zone of spiritual attractions.
Love in all its subtleties is nothing more, and nothing less, than
the more or less direct trace marked on the heart of the element
by the psychic convergence of the universe upon itself.