# What Love Is (#NaPoWriMo Day 24)

“You are precisely as big as what you love, and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.”
~ Robert Anton Wilson

The contours of the self are
felt in contraction — a reaction
revealing exactly where one
ends. In this case, an ending is
only a beginning with some effort.
To cleanly look to the boundaries:
honesty. Above all else.
To create idols of our
gods is to bring limitation
to the imagination of the
possible. What if we
worshipped more than the
sun? The spaces between.
Science is beginning to consider
multiverses; there is spirituality
in the lab. Everything collapses
into everything else the closer
anyone looks. In the end,
none of our (all of our)
philosophies, theologies, will
give us anything more than a
finger pointing. The moon above,
one of an infinite number,
mocking our simple ideas of
meaning. Showing us what love is.