It so happens that I have experienced that Proustian moment, when her face, emerges from the sea of faces. To fall in love, is to feel as if you have found your missing part. As long as we are not in love, some part is missing. The project is to remain in love until death do us part. But it is an illusion, isn't it? If we lower our gaze and look between our legs, we see that despite the marriage, a part is missing. Nothing is born of the married couple that is not partial.

Something missing --- a social body depends upon that. There is no difference between "inside" and "outside" or "past" and "future" unless some part is missing. If some part is not missing there are no parts. Hunger is the function of an empty stomach and it is precisely the empty tank that fuels the corporate project.

Love is a fall, a fall from the normal waking experience of my partiality. To remain in love would be to end my four dimensional experience. The fulfillment of my desire would be the death of me. In reality love, like hunger, is transitory. The desire that is the social body, the ego body, is a negation of fulfillment, of wholeness. We desire to eat rather than to be full. A Sunday sermon from Harris Creek.