So love... simply love.

When it comes to the origin of the universe or the start of life on earth, it almost seems certain to me that truth is simple. Simple naturally meaning singular or self. Word? Yes I am  certain self was there in the beginning. Not only that. That which self calls the beginning is Self. Self is spacetime. Space to embrace. Time for love. Seriously? Yes. Self has engineered itself to perceive itself as diverse not to be by itself. The underlying cause - loneliness - matters not as much as the underwriting purpose - love. Love is why self is diverse. All diversity is self perceiving itself as diverse for companionship, for love. There is nothing to fight neither is there anything to invade for all that is here is self. Self is always one. Oneself always is. So love... simply love.
~ Wald