the timboucher experience

Was writing a friend not but two evenings ago on the subject of romance, particularly how during said subject, one often finds oneself enamored not necessarily just of attributes of the object of one’s affection, but also of one’s own attributes which the presence of the other person brings out in you, allows you to express.

The next day, I followed a search referral back through from someone who had found my website via the keyword frankl and the first line of a quote of his, something like, “love is”. Since the subject was on my mind, I went back first and checked the page I’d posted probably last summer with some choice quotes from Victor Frankl’s beautiful Man’s Search for Meaning (which, come to think of it, I may have actually left on the premises last summer… it may be nearby still - freaky!). Several of the ones I found the most beautiful were about his love for his wife, whom he was separated from in the Nazi prison camps, and about transcendent experiences of joy he happened upon amidst the untold suffering around him.

Whoever it was who originated this search which landed them on my website used Google to find the content originally. I clicked back on the original Google string and found some Frankl quotes on another website, and at the bottom of the page was a “related quote” from somebody named Roy Croft. It struck me how directly relevant the more or less random quotation I found was to my original line of thinking in my letter to a friend:

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

That subject aside, I’ve also been doing a lot of juggling lately, especially practicing my fluidity of motion, following lines of gravitational force around centers of rotation influenced by my body. Holding a club, letting it swing freely, observing the characteristics of its motion, trying to mimic, amplify and direct that motion along poetically or aesthetically beautiful paths.

It occurs to me that perhaps some similar force is at work in a chance informational occurrence such as described above on the subject of love and how people reflect one another. I’m not sure I would say that finding such a directly relevant quote along a circuitous & intuitional route is necessarily a *thing* - like a synchronicty, a fated event, something like that. But perhaps it could be. Perhaps there is some intentional force which once expressed into a liminal space circles back around again on its path and returns to you an aesthetically pleasing result. I’m comfortable with it being a Mystery, not in the lower case sense, but in the sublime sense. Love being a mystery, that is. How information works though, how minds and hearts sync up, I wonder if there isn’t some observable action and testable method by which we could harness such things into a proper tool for people to use and have their lives improved. It’s been a while since I’ve written about Mandala OS, but I’ve been dreaming about it. The other night I instructed someone in a dream to put something onto six floppy disks and bury it in the forest.

“No,” I said. “Bury it with the operating system…”

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