Touch

It is so often demonstrated that people, in the good course of time, become attached to ideas about life so much that the actual life those ideas were about fuzzes out of view.
Remember?
We labeled things as a convienience... Just a way of organizing things in some way to help deal with them and make them better.
Remember.
How can we know they've got better, that progress has been made through our efforts if we can no longer percieve and connect with that which the ideas were supposed to represent?
Instead of representing them, our ideas about things have replaced them.
LIke a mime behind a imaginary wall we press our hands into the air divided by ideas. We armor ourselves protected from the raw and pure experience of each other and the world itself by looking not for it, not to it, not for each other, or to each other but to our ideas about all these things.
In so doing, we would be hard pressed to remember even what it was like to experience life and not just our ideas about it.
Words and ideas are tools. Our mistake is that we forget that and misidentify them as the world.
Words and ideas are not the world.
Love is just a word. It is a token. We can use it to help people understand what we refer to, but it is no replacement for what it represents. And our contrived ideas about it are just crayon scribbles on a window which we peer through to view it, which interfere with our view. Soon, we forget we were looking through the window, and are helpless against the destraction of the graffitti.
By allowing our eyes to relax they may pull focus away from the foreground of crayon doodles that our ideas are, and begin to recognize that which lies beyond them which was always, all that we ever really had.
Reach out with what you really are and touch it