pool said:Well, I'm not an MPA, but your assertion is totally ludicrous, if you think an MPA would transfer her motivation for working onto an outside relationship, then you completely baffle me.
Who do you think would have a better chance at a serious relationship with a hot-looking MPA, you or Bill Gates? Still baffled?
Of course you do, but it's not your job. It's not not how much you have in the bank. It's not not the contents of your wallet. It's not your your fuckin' orange pants and if you truly believe it is these things, then you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake; you are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. *
*Adapted from Fight Club without permission
This line of thinking begs the question of why either of us aren't dating a hot-looking MPA. I know it's not by my choice. How about you?
There is no doubt some truth to that, assuming that needs and balances cover all variables and factors. To me love is something that can, in fact, be rationalised and broken down into such things as a selfless caring, even though that selflessness will in turn reflect on our own sense of well being. However, it may also include sacrifice. It is very much about an appreciation of subtleties in the other person and seeing them as an individual, rather than the priority lying in their relation to ourselves.
Did you just get laid???
I agree in large measure with Huxley. See below.
We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in
all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into
the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try
to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain.
By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in
solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies--all these are private
and, ex- cept through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can
pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves.
From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
Huxley
My take on Huxley's quote: we can't see or experience anything for what it really is beyond ourselves, so any emotions that might seem transcendental, like love or spirituality, are really just futile attempts at something more borne of a desperate need to make life seems a little less empty. In the end, just like the lovers locked in an embrace or the martyrs who go hand and hand into the arena, we are alone in both life and death.
How does quoting Huxley advance your theory of love and sacrifice to that end? What would be the point of that, if what Huxley is saying is true?

