Love.

Hello, I just joined in-also new in qatar and desiring to make new activities partners. Here is a paper I recently finished.

We should unconditionally love the humanity, thus we go around entertaining and solidifying the very belief of the unconditionality of love as a perquisite of our humanity, indeed the majority of us carry that burden to sublimate heights during our youth, nurturing love of the others at the core of our inner selves.

While it contributes to engaging in the world with an open spirit that is necessary to our upbringing, and the unconscious quest for self development and the acquisition of positive knowledge, yet it deals a striking, some times a long lasting and damaging blow to that very idea we nurtured without comprehending the conflicting ideas that would come in, later on in life, when no longer life continues to be an abundant oasis secluded in time, place dimensions, and more importantly the conflicting paradigms that define life as being an arena to all sorts, layers of consciousness, mindsets, moods, aspirations, and at the very outset interests.

Perhaps the innocence of love carried earlier on in life is but a less innocent code encrypted in our developing consciousness allowing a necessary genuine, and brutal exposure to the teachings of life and humanity, perhaps it is just a docile animal, elevated out of time and context, that would reveal its plenitude, once it grows bored of the boundaries established by the society, perhaps it is like all living beings with its own merits and limitations, all cyclic rotations, rises and falls.

The bond has already been altered, disgraced claiming life of its own, breaking away from the inner yoke, indeed like all living things needs to explore and challenge platonic conceptions, that once served for its docility when it needed not to rise and fall, when it contented it self of flirting with all that is static, infertile, all that we had been forced to nurture, all that claims perfection, all that we deceive our self to indulge in, for perfection is a four seasons autumn leaf entrenched in a transparent mould whose texture is made of the sweet seamless foam furrowed into a beautiful rock.

The carve has been initiated, also claiming a life of its own, it was tempted, but now it is being forced into cutting more and more into the shivering soul, it wants not to stop, like a seism in its own drunkness discovered its capacity to destroy, inflicts pain and misery, it cleans away all that has pretended innocence, it dwells voluptuously in each and every crack of the rock carrying her into a beautiful silence and solitude.

Once all has been deeply carved into and beautifully destroyed, we need not to forget that all living things with egoism lying in their core, and self esteem as its armed force grow tired of destruction, and solitude for perfection is like nature always tempted to dance on all sides of each and every needle.

More than the four seasons autumn leaf, it is the mould that we weave with our own consciousness that counts, and like all living things, we endlessly weave autumn leaves and mistake them for a four seasons soul mate, for mistake is the mother of all virtues, and autumn leaf is the mother of all leaves, for it falls graciously and it is gracious with every fall.

while the autumn leaf was graciously falling, a calf was walking by the river, proudly looking around and admiring the beauty surrounding him, for the first time, alone he wanted to satisfy his thirst of both water, and exploring. Once he approached the river an alligator immersed in the shallow water surged and attacked him, while the alligator was pulling to the waters, a young lion lady surged and decided that the festine would be hers, she grabbed the calf by the neck trying to chock him, while the alligator was pulling towards the waters from the leg, the calf was young and not yet developed strong muscles from which the alligator could grab and pull, thus the lady lion triumphed and pulled the calf outside.

The calf in his amazement, trying to catch his breath exclaimed: Thank you for saving me, you have demonstrated a grace and an insatiable courage my dear, if all women were thus, their husbands would bow admirably before them, and bestow their infinite love and gratitude, thank you indeed you must be of a natural courageous dispositions.

The lady lion answered: You are welcome!- I wish I were thus you said, but I am just a mere killing machine, whose intentions are but to savage you, I wish my motives were triggered by the merry mercy and empathy.

The calf: Oh boy!- and quickly pulling him self together trying to turn around the situation; how courageous and sincere you are in confessing the truth of your mind, I was right, you are courageous both in action and intention, you are beautiful, he added trying to charm her away.

The lady lion: thank you indeed for this beautiful feeling, you continue to think so much of me, although I confided my brutal and disgracing intentions, it is you who are graceful and gentle, I have never heard such beautiful words, my race is not accustomed to such sophistication, we have been brought up forced by nature into arranged marriages empty of the warmth you so eloquently displayed, I feel taken aback, and carried away by the existence of such feelings, you have been wounded by both the savage alligator, and me, and yet you extend the hands of bravery and warmth, you must be unworthy of killing.

The calf: We are all wounded by the vulgarities of life, now or then- it is inevitable my dear young lady, once we are deeply wounded, the meaning and the finality of our existence transform into some sort of a bizarre quest, it is in our hands whether to fight back and to perpetuate the chain of revenge, or to gradually move away from all that caused pain, and open up like a flower that has been attacked by merry rain all the winter, and then blossoms into a scent of glamour the following spring, a wise man that lived amongst living beings once said, you shall give the other cheek, thus you take back your wounded will, and direct it towards fertile lands, it was Jesus.

The charmed young lady lion replied: Indeed, all miseries in social matters come from the fact that we are a worldly creatures, with heavenly designs, it does not square up most of time, does it?

The calf: ah, if I only knew!- I loved once a lady so vividly that I have mistaken for myself, I watered her from the chosen river of my soul, I bestowed upon her all the kindness of a loving heart, that when caught up in the heat of love, relinquishes all that is earthly, and dwell into infinite orgasmic schemes, it was beautiful like a grape pressed by bare hands to form the wine of life, a vintage not improved as time passed by, but unfortunately I drunk so much of it, and got intoxicated.

The lady lion: Intoxicated, hahah!- I do not know whether to laugh, or morn your lot, I am deeply touched by your grief, I understand now why you seemed careless to my attack and the alligator 's , you have surely deeply suffered that you no longer fear pain, you play on high grounds, with boldness and clear knowledge of the psyches, you should feel lucky in truth, you have pushed your heart to infinite limits, thus should every man go about life, that route can only produce men of quality, that would one day meet a match of equivalent consciousness, if not better. And then both, already surpassed all that is painful, would elevate to infinite altitudes carried by an intense, yet pure innocence, for innocence is a deep knowledge of life minus fear.

The calf: yeah, one day I will grow into a bull with sharp horns, fearless and of a higher consciousness, I would seek the same into an already wounded woman, I would validate the path she has chosen in dealing with her own grief, with my genuine kindness and manhood, and she would transport me into graceful heavens with her talents, for woman are creatures of exquisite talents, that day I would have meet the love of my life, for all that preceded was just the pain of my life, that I bravely transformed into strength, grace and beauty.

Thus the bizarre encounter of the calf, and the lady lion headed towards its end, with both wishing to carry it forward the next day under the watchful and sobbing eyes of the alligator.