Some questions perhaps have no answers. We assume that the answers to existential questions are buried somewhere deep in the subconscious and we just need to "open" our mind enough to find the answer. But what if some questions really have no answers at the time when we do the asking?
Being extremely good at self analysis and at the analysis of others, as well as things, employing not only the rational but the irrational in my methodology, I assumed I could get to the answer somehow...and yet here I am, entangled in a multitude of thoughts and facts that I cannot weave together into something tangible.
The truth about love, platonic as well as romantic, eludes me. Where does the one begin and the other end? What is the difference really, fundamentally? How do you take out the white noise of it all and simply know, without a doubt, that the love you feel is real, that it is love?
Unchanging it is not...final it is not, completely pure it is not...so then what is it?
Having been on the inside looking out and on the outside looking in of the most intricate parts of love with its subjects and objects I am no closer to the light at the end of the tunnel.
The theatrical approach is to be told: Search your feelings...Luke!!!! (yeah, Star Wars indeed!)
But what if Luke searches his feelings...De-fragmenting and Formatting....and when the hourglass runs out he gets the message "this program has performed an illegal operation..."
The blue screen of death follows....reboot and try again...