THE 4-LETTER WORD

Listen, up, people, to what I will tell…

Love is not elusive or mysterious or fickle nor is it a 4-letter word. 

The word is not the thing. Love can have as many vowels and consonants as she pleases and then some more if she wanted to be one of your words but she does not. What you experience and call love is not love at all but a selfish game whereby you spell love and bind her and expect her to serve your books. Burn all books containing the 4-letter word that curses love. Love knows how to leave when it is time for her to go. When you come around. Offering a ring and a promise you will never keep. It is you who are elusive and mysterious and fickle unpredictable and dumb. 

You are the only life form on the Planet that sets traps for and tries to own innocence. Mine, you say. Another 4-letter word. You better listen up if you ever expect to be loved for one moment by any loving thing. By the way, God, not the speakable word, is love, but not the speakable word. 

Release her and let her know you have done it. Now. No, in a flash release everything you have named and mean it, if you can. Is it possible for your brain to be so empty? Once it was and yet alive and functioning well. You are the living proof of that fact. Do you not want to find out what life is like without a word? It might thrill you. Are you afraid you won’t be able to get your words back? What does that say about you? What have you become, my sweet young thing? A sponge? It is not an evil act to learn words but it is evil to forget who you are in the process. What chance do you have now? What good are you to you even? 

When something has no actual existence, is not a fact, but has the appearance of existence, what do you call it? A trick? Said the Joker to the Thief. We all want to know love as a fact yet settle for a trick because it feels safer. What a mess we are in. 

Whenever somebody does not receive a nice living by making bowls but makes a living doing work for an employer who sells bowls and tells him what to do and how to do it what do you call it? A trick? Said the Joker to the Thief. Again, why do we settle for the trick? It feels safer. We are afraid. The employer knows we are.

Does health actually exist or is it only to be found in books? Does a doctor have health to give or books describing health which word is not the thing? Why do we settle for a trick? Said the Joker to the Thief. It feels safer. We are afraid. The doctor knows we are afraid. 

Does a justice system have any justice? Said the Joker to the Thief. The lawyer knows we are afraid. 

Do weapons make a society less violent?

Does the media possess the knowledge you need in order to be safe? 

Does the person who tells that he has found God know God? His or her “self” hides behind the statement: I have found…Said the Joker.

  

Look into these matters. All these things we settle for which seem to promise safety are, when examined, in fact impotent and doomed.