One of my 12-step readings this morning started with the following epigraph:
“Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
—Rainer Maria Rilke”
Love is the only thing that is strong enough to embrace both our solitude and togetherness.
We are hearing variations of the slogan “We are all in this together” a lot these days. We are hearing it far more than we are living it out. Careful, elderly people like me are prone to judge those who don’t wear masks. Those who don’t wear masks are apt to do the same toward those who do. There are moments when I wish someone would speak (or shout) the truth:
WE ARE NOT IN THIS TOGETHER!
But there is something that combines our essential solitude and our equally essential togetherness. And that thing is love.
Love is not to be reserved for those who are like us. In fact, if I reserve love for only those who are “like me,” I will love no one at all. Nobody is really all that much like me. My wife and I are so different and disagree about so many things. If love were about likeness, we would hate one another. We are indeed two solitudes.
And yet . . . And yet, we two solitudes protect and touch and greet one another. We love.
But love can draw wider circles. Love doesn’t have to be limited to one person. Oh, yes, I agree: There are special relationships that are exclusive in how they are lived out. My wife is very special to me, and I to her.
On the other hand, love—as distinct from its individual and unique expressions—can grow to be as big as the Pacific Ocean. My wife’s and my relationship is a quiet and sheltered bay where we can be safe, where we can be together in our solitudes. But we need to venture out into the wider, wilder waters on a regular basis. Otherwise, the bay may become a stinky, stagnant swamp.
So, we are all in this together after all. We just need to live out that togetherness in a creative way that respects our own solitude and the solitude of others.
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