final frontier

Pikoy was his name and he knew how to love.

The first thing you should understand is that you don’t find it, it finds you. And when it does, it hits not just that fist-size perpetually pumping muscle inside your ribcage, but your entirety.

It’s like lightning when it hits. You get struck before you know it.

It’s like a missile from outer space…from an unknown galaxy. In utter stealth, it plummets down to you while you lie supine in your backyard, stargazing, exactly at the moment you decide to blink. Booom!

And in its presence, the sit of intelligence (supposedly the frontal lobe of our brain) bows down to it.

I once thought that the human mind is the final frontier. I was mistaken. Love is.

It was Doctor De Leon, our professor in Psychodiagnostics, who said that emotion is always paramount to intellect when studying human behavior. I wouldn’t be surprised. Remember, it was deemed capable of conquering everything.

Yes, conquering everything.

Only the creator of everything has the power to conquer everything back. I guess it’s no coincidence that people say God is love.

But I know I’ve just started to scratch its surface. The greater a thing is, the more elusive its true nature gets. I’m afraid that even if I experience it a million times it will remain unfathomable.

It can make you, hey, even complete you. But it can also break you into a million pieces.

Huh. I don’t care. It’s all worth it. For only upon the time when it stops wandering in the cosmos and decides to finally give you a knockout that you start living. Before that, you were dead, a zombie walking on the face of the earth whose existence is without meaning.

Pikoy is a bird.

He ceased to be a zombie (a zombie-bird) since the day he started loving the people who adopted him. When the time comes when he is to be set free, he will be shattered into pieces. But I’m sure it was worth it for him.

It was worth it for Christ. All those wounds.

Amidst all the pain, He was happy.

Comments

['Femie]

Love-boggling isn't?

The knowledge in this particular subject is limited, perhaps because it is neither a skill nor something to be learned from a book nor something that can be explained intellectually but rather it is something to be experienced before one can truly understand.

The cross reminds us of how great and true love is... to experience love is to experience God within us. How long will God's love for us last? Infinite. His hands stretched out to both directions...saying, "I love you this much." It conquers everything, turning even hearts of stone to flesh.

So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Cor 13:13