Is it bad that I never liked Ashley’s underwear but I love the ones on Jules? I actually disagree with democratic ideas of love—like the idea that you can love anyone? I disagree with that. As simple as—like—the hand and glove metaphors are, I think those are about right. Two puzzle pieces, a hand in a glove, even that Cinderella shit about the glass slipper. I really think that’s about right.
Sometimes we think that love is something that we do—or that any of these relationships are of our own power. What did that guy Viktor Schauberger say..? Have you heard of him? He’s this Austrian scientist guy. A bird is not—no.. A bird does not fly, it is flown. A fish does not swim, it is swum.
A bird does not fly—it is flown.
I do believe that that’s how love is.
It would be too much energy to fall in love—too much work—if we were doing it ourselves.
It’s like everything else in this world: we think people are so important, but we’re not. We think we are making this happen—this world! We think we’re making our consciousness and making our love and making our economies and making our food and making our luck even!
I don’t think that’s true. I think we’re less like a director—and more like someone going to the movies.
That was surely the case with Jules and I. We didn’t try to make this happen—any more than Ashley and I tried to make what happened with us happen. It just happened—but not just: it happened because of the way the puzzle pieces fit together..because of the way there was a hand and a glove—or wasn’t, in the case of me and Ash.
With Jules and I, we weren’t trying to destroy ourselves—and we didn’t try to fall in love. As much as I’d love to take responsibility for what happened there..I can’t. What happened to me and Jules didn’t happen because we decided to make it happen. It happened to us.
Because of who we were.
And because that’s the way the world is.