What can YOU say in six sentences?
I can feel a person's mind/soul in a painting or essay, a photograph they're in or connected to, an inanimate object they've touched or a song.
The feeling can be so strong for these minds I sometimes hardly know that suddenly their essence envelopes and inspires me to speak out loud to an otherwise empty room, "I love you."
It makes no sense.
I've felt this love when reading the words of those long dead - Sylvia Plath entering my dilated pupils as the intuitive twinge of her husband's infidelity is finally confirmed, "The truth loves me"; I felt it with Henry Miller's admonition to "Forget yourself" in order to be fully present and as Michel de Montaigne gripped my soul from his 16th century post, "There is, beyond all my reasoning, and beyond all that I can specifically say, some inexplicable power of destiny that brought about our union."
I'm very curious about these frequent BURSTS of love for others, those near- or perfect strangers whose creations cause a familiar stirring within me, a feeling which ranges from deep enduring appreciation to a brief obsession.
This phenomenon leads me to believe that love is ubiquitous, a ghostly ethereal breath which flows freely in and around us; it is as God was described by Voltaire: "God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere."
*Condensed version of Loving Ghosts & Strangers. The long version is @ http://wabisabiwords.blogspot.com