dear love artist,
you describe in your book about your patrons nearly always feeling like they were the 'special' one, or they were the one you were going to love most, or they were going to show you the real way, the ultimate embrace . . .
when you love your patrons, do they become 'special'? can there only be one 'special' or do you retain all the others at the same time? if everyone is equal then surely no one is more special than the other, but at the same time, don't you think that you can't feel fully loved unless you feel (at least a bit) more special than everyone else?
do you think that to feel 'special' is, or should be, the priority for love?
Beyond the Pale
first of all --
they are, you are, I amall special. I think it is a shortcoming of such a luscious word that in order to call it to oneself, it is inherent that no one else can own it, or not many.
I think the need to feel special comes from the need to feel safe, for if one feels so special, so rare and in need of the most divine & devoted attention, then certainly no one would let anything happen to you, certainly not your one & only, your beloved.
this need to be safe has become so huge in today's world of code-orange-just-about-everything that it has caused this enormous hunger, the need to be special & this hunger only separates one from their mates & just exhausts everyone.
The True Love Project loves the whole world one at a time & I believe that there is more than enough time for people to come back for seconds & thirds . . . I certainly have no concern about the time & I get excited everytime I get the opportunity to love.
the idea that
there is all the time in the worldis a huge antidote to a compulsive hunger for love. couple that with
we could all go tomorrow& you have the perfect formula for love: pay attention & love the person in front of you with your whole being . . it's like the breath of fire where you concentrate on a forceful exhalation, breathing very quickly, always focusing on the exhalation . . you know you will automatically inhale, the body wants to inhale, there is no need to worry . . if you pay attention to the most exquisite details of the being in front of you, even if it is the cashier at the Mobile Mart, & focus on love, the love & specialness will automatically come back to you, probably at least tenfold.
spread it around
thanks for reminding me of that, so much xoxox tla
P.S. BTW, A pale (beyond which you obviously grow) is an old name for a pointed stake driven into the ground to form part of a fence and — by obvious extension — to a barrier made of such stakes, a fence So you see your chosen alias pushes the limitations of such a fence or a safeguard, barrier, or any limit beyond which it is not widely permissible to go . . . <3 xxxox