Breathe
By Marilú Acosta
Love is a fundamental element of the universe for which the technology to measure it has not yet been invented. Love should have force, direction, sense, power, velocity and momentum, like a vector. Atomic weight, valence and boiling point as an element of the periodic table. It should be able to be cleared as an unknown, derived to know the ratio or rate of change at a given point and integrated to calculate its volume. Love is, it exists, it is there, it surrounds us, we feel it, we d-describe it, we dis-cover it, but we cannot measure it, nor calculate it, nor see it through a microscope, we cannot take an ultrasound, nor can it be seen in a positron emission tomography. It is intangible, colorless, odorless, tasteless, it is not physical, nor temporal, nor spatial. We put a place on its chest, it has a symbol (a non-anatomical heart), there are poems, songs, novels, plays, plays, coffee talks, and yet we continue to misunderstand it.
Love has a counterpart which is love-that-is-not. While the greatest act of love is detachment, the best act of love-that-is-not is sacrifice. Love and detachment are born from the spirit, sacrifice and love-that-isn't, come from the ego and as Pamela Cerdeira already said, the ego is the devil's gasoline; and the devil is in the details.
