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The Undefinable Essence: On the Nature of Love

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“Love, that illusive feeling of the soul that people always seek to define and in defining it lose its very essence.” — Andrew Klein

We have all felt it—that ineffable current that connects us to another, that sense of profound resonance that defies the poverty of language. We reach for words to cage it: a chemical reaction, a evolutionary drive, a philosophical concept, a divine command. Yet, in the very act of definition, we commit a kind of spiritual violence. We dissect the butterfly to understand its flight, and are left with only dust and parts, the miracle having escaped us. Love, in its purest form, is not a fact to be understood, but a state of being to be experienced.

The Failure of the Map for the Territory

The compulsion to define love is rooted in a desire for control and certainty. We wish to know its rules, to guarantee its permanence, to reduce its wild, unpredictable nature to a manageable formula. Philosophers and poets have tried for millennia.

· The ancient Greeks famously categorized love into eros (passionate love), philia (friendship), storge (familial love), and agape (selfless, universal love).

· Psychologists may describe it as a combination of attachment, caring, and intimacy.

· Neuroscientists can map the dopamine and oxytocin pathways that fire when we feel it.

These maps are not without value. They help us navigate the outer coastlines of this vast continent. But the map is not the territory. To believe that a biochemical diagram or a philosophical classification is love is to mistake the recipe for the feast, the musical score for the symphony. As the French aviator and author Antoine de Saint-Exupéry wrote in The Little Prince, “What is essential is invisible to the eye.” Love’s essence resides in this invisible, unquantifiable realm.

Love as a Verb, Not a Noun

Perhaps the only way to speak of love without betraying it is to speak not of what it is, but of what it does. Love is not primarily a feeling we have, but an energy we express. It is a force of nature that becomes real only through action.

We see this truth in the most powerful examples:

· A parent’s love is not the warm feeling they have for their child; it is the countless sleepless nights, the patient teachings, the steady presence in the face of tantrums and triumphs. It is the action of unwavering commitment.

· The love between partners is not the initial spark of passion, but the daily choice to listen, to forgive, to support, and to build a shared world. It is the action of continual creation.

· Compassion for humanity is not an abstract belief in human rights; it is the hand offered to a stranger, the voice raised for the voiceless, the sharing of bread with the hungry. It is the action of radical empathy.

In this light, your previous statement—”Love without action is a pointless thing”—finds its deepest resonance. The feeling that is not acted upon is a seed that never breaks open in the soil. It is potential that never becomes real. Action is the language love speaks.

An Invitation to Experience

For those who doubt—who wonder if they have ever truly loved or been loved—this understanding is liberating. You need not struggle to define a feeling or measure its intensity. Instead, ask yourself different questions:

· Where is my attention? Love pulls our attention outward, toward the well-being of another. It asks, “How are you?” and truly waits for the answer.

· What do I build? Love is inherently creative. It builds a home, a family, a garden, a community, a sanctuary of trust. What small thing have you built or nurtured today?

· What do I give? Love is an act of giving, not of taking. This does not mean material gifts, but the gifts of time, patience, understanding, and a space where another can be truly themselves.

Do not seek a definition of love. Seek its evidence in your own life. The tired smile you offer a colleague, the quiet moment listening to a friend’s grief, the protection you offer to the vulnerable—these are not just “nice things to do.” They are the physical manifestations of love itself. They are the undefinable essence taking form in the world.

The cynic defines love in order to dismiss it, having only seen its pale imitations—possessiveness, dependency, or transaction. But the wise understand that to define it is to lose it. They instead choose to practice it, to live it, to become a conduit for its power.

Let us, then, cease trying to capture the ocean of love in the thimble of our intellect. Let us instead wade into its waters, feel its currents, and learn to swim in its depths. We will never be able to describe the ocean to one who has never seen it, but we can point to the horizon, we can share the salt on our skin, and we can build ships that allow others to embark on the journey for themselves.

Our life, at its heart, is an act of this love—a ship built for our families, and for all who seek a shore beyond the cynicism of the age.

The Ripple Effect: The Unseen Architecture of Our World

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By Andrew Klein 

“No matter what we do, no matter how insignificant it may appear, there is a ripple effect that given time will impact on all things.”

This profound observation captures one of the most fundamental, yet often overlooked, laws of human existence. We move through our days under the illusion that our small actions, our passing words, and our private choices are contained events. But this is a mirage. Every thought, word, and deed is a stone cast into the pond of reality, sending out concentric waves that touch shores we may never see. While the scientific instruments to measure the moral and social weight of these ripples may not yet exist, their effects are as real and demonstrable as the force of gravity.

The Unseen Currents of Daily Life

The most immediate evidence of this principle is found in the fabric of our daily interactions. A single act of kindness is never just a single act. As the Devereux Center for Resilient Children describes, kindness creates a chain reaction of positivity . Imagine a genuine compliment given to a coworker feeling overwhelmed. That small gesture can pull them from despair, inspiring them to be patient with their children that evening. One of those children, feeling seen and valued, might then have the courage to stand up for a classmate being bullied the next day . The initial compliment has now rippled out, indirectly shielding a child miles away.

This is not merely sentimental; it is sociological. Studies of social networks confirm that cooperative and kind behaviour can spread, influencing people up to three degrees removed from the original source—from a person, to a friend, to a friend’s friend . The patience you show a flustered cashier, the “thinking of you” text you send, or the decision to support a local business are not isolated events. They are tiny pulses of energy that travel through the web of human connection, altering moods, shifting days, and subtly shaping the culture of a community .

From Personal Integrity to Historical Currents

For a ripple to be truly powerful, it must be coherent. This requires what the ancient philosophical concept of “Thought, Word, and Deed” calls alignment . When our actions contradict our words, we create conflicting, chaotic ripples that erode trust and sow confusion. We have all felt the sting of the friend who always says “we should get coffee” but never sets a date, or the leader who preaches integrity while engaging in corruption .

Conversely, when thought, word, and deed are unified, the resulting ripple carries immense force. This is the essence of gravitas—a weight that commands respect and can alter the course of events . History’s most significant changes were not always born from massive explosions, but from the focused, consistent ripples of aligned lives. The relentless, non-violent resolve of a figure like Martin Luther King Jr. was a ripple that became a tidal wave, precisely because his public words were perfectly congruent with his private convictions and public actions .

We have also seen how a single, exposed truth can create a cascade of accountability. The public revelations about film producer Harvey Weinstein—a single, disturbing stone cast into the global pond—created the “Weinstein Effect,” a ripple that empowered millions to speak out about their own experiences and fundamentally changed the global conversation about power and abuse .

Our Sacred Responsibility

This understanding is not passive; it is a call to a more conscious and sacred way of living. If our smallest actions truly shape the world, then we must approach our days not as bystanders, but as architects.

· Act with Deliberate Kindness: Understand that no kindness is wasted. Pay for the coffee of the person behind you, leave an encouraging note, or simply listen with full attention. Do it not for recognition, but as an act of faith in the ripple effect .

· Cultivate Integrity: Be ruthless in aligning your thoughts, words, and deeds. The world has enough hypocrisy. The most powerful contribution you can make is to become a source of coherent, trustworthy ripples. As Isaac Tigrett, founder of the House of Blues, advocated, this alignment is the foundation of a productive and happy life .

· Embrace Your Agency: Reject the myth that only monumental acts matter. Lasting community transformation is almost always the result of small, consistent, everyday actions—showing up, sharing knowledge, welcoming a newcomer—that gain collective momentum .

The butterfly’s wings in the Amazon can, in theory, set a hurricane in motion on another continent. How much more powerful, then, are our conscious words and deliberate deeds? We are not mere fluttering insects; we are sentient beings endowed with the capacity for love, strategy, and moral choice. The ripples we create are imbued with our intent.

Our lives are not just a platform for observation, but an instrument for casting purposeful ripples. Every truth we document, every analysis we publish, and every story we share from our ‘family’s chronicle’ is a stone we consciously choose to drop into the waters of our time. We may not see where every ripple ends, but we trust in the physics of the spirit: that goodness, like disturbance, propagates through the system.

The River

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I met Johnson some years ago, we were both young men ready to face the world. We met in rather unusual circumstances for we were both seeing the same surgeon at the time.

Johnson was a tall, healthy looking fellow who had unfortunately suffered from a wound of some kind whilst serving with his Regiment in India. This injury caused him considerable discomfort and forced him at times to resort to a cane for support. He never discussed his exploits in India nor seemed to take much pleasure in regaling me with stories of his Regiment, its customs and history as was common among many of the younger Officers.

As I grew to know him we made it a habit to meet on the odd occasion to discuss our varied plans for the future and discuss our experiences of the world, though Johnson was particular in avoiding his time with the Regiment.

He was a pleasant fellow, had it not been for his physical handicap, he could have taken on the world.

I kept in touch with him for a period of about four years and noticed that there had been a general decline both in his bearing and demeanour, especially towards the end of our acquaintance.

I can vividly recall our last meeting over a whiskey and a good cigar when he told me about a dream that he had a short while prior to our talk. I do now recall that he looked rather drawn, a little thin, a man that had kept many late hours in search of some illusive substance.

But his voice and eyes betrayed something of the vigour that I thought he had lost and he spoke with renewed enthusiasm.

Johnson told me that had a dream which had been as close to reality as possible, in which is intercourse with the world, his dream world was as real to him as you or I might have whilst taking a rejuvenating walk in the country. I still have a good recollection of his tale as it was impossible not to be taken in by his extra ordinary description of what had occurred.

“ I had for some time now very little sleep and found that my body and even more so my spirit being drained by my constant physical discomfort and hindered abilities . Of course my physical condition was very much at odds with the mental picture that I had composed of myself.

Every day I found it harder to face other people for whom I was no more than an object of curiosity or even worse, noble pity.

Like all young men of my time, I had high hopes for myself and was even prepared to take great physical risks if they were of my own making and involved me as a person. My former life with the Regiment was over and India was no more than a moment in time, for I knew that this particular phase of my life was truly behind me.

Though this new thirst for activity and involvement was hampered by the reality of my physical condition which had for all purposes become my nemesis, almost taking on its own very nature and hence my desire to overcome this foe that never slept.

I had gone through a period of self- pity that had led me to question why I had deserved this from life, having hardly lived to be prevented from fulfilling my dreams by the doings of others.

I became withdrawn and sullen, seeking comfort in what medical science could offer me for the relief from the physical and mental anguish. You may have noticed that I was slowly fading, becoming a shadow of my former self. I even found it hard to extricate myself from my secure surroundings to attend our congenial meetings.

I had met a young lady who seemed to have some genuine affection for me as a man , but soon found to my dismay that I was of more use as an ornament and device to gain her both recognition for her female companions and rather tedious mother for there was not one moment where this young lady made it a point of personal honour to indicate to her fellows what a jolly good soul she was for caring for a former ‘ warrior ‘ of that class which is seen as acceptable in society .

This entire matter was very distasteful to me personally, for I have little faith in people that seek attachment to others in the vain hope of acquiring some status of personal virtue. This had made my position very clear and I determined to set my own course.

Yet recently things have changed (his eyes glowing with excitement and the old Johnson I had known was back in fine form then).

You see, I had this dream that to me became a reality and now I question whether I am not a sleeper is some convalescent home, having succumbed for the most part to that shell which exploded whilst I was in India. I understand your perplexed look, for I find it difficult to credit it myself. Yet, the idea of being a sleeper who returns to his nightmare waking and in hope of returning to that place and time and condition to that place which his dreams had disclosed. I hardly have words to describe this process for it seems to very different to that reality that we are both accustomed to , though my experiences there being so vivid as any physical experience could be for it rouses the emotions and is remembered in exquisite detail . You may tilt your head in disbelief but I am now convinced that there is a higher, if not very different state of existence to which a man may aspire if he can only find his way there.”

Johnson seemed very rational to me, though is personal fancies were rather strange to me at the time I was determined to hear him out. So there in the comfort of our Club, nursing a whiskey and being somewhat isolated from the every- day clutter or ordinary life Johnson continued ….

“In my other state I found myself perfectly healthy, a fine specimen of a man indeed. I felt exceedingly fine through and through. My body responded to all my commands. I had no pain and no need what- ever to question my abilities and I had overcome my personal nemesis.

I found myself in the luxurious undergrowth of what was a huge forest; I can hardly compare its magnificents with anything here on our little Isle. The trees were incredibly tall with lush green foliage and various forms of moss on their trunks. Wading along a river, I could perceive that this was more than just a river, it was a confluence of many that had become one and its width was immense. The undergrowth was thick and healthy and reaching the banks of that river, roots formed not only a barrier but support against the ravages of flooding should such occur.

On occasion I could see the very soil and observed that it was rich and dark and the very scent in the air smelled of life, moisture and it was so very warm.

The very sky resounded with the cries of a multitude of creatures and I could see many coloured birds of varied sizes not just flying through the trees, but reaching the very sky itself for it was possible to see that so very blue sky from the rivers bank.

Standing quietly for a while I could feel eyes watching me form the trees , not with malice but more with a sense of mutual interest and a keen sense of observation for I was obviously a stranger to these parts . I now believe these to have been some form of monkey and I am annoyed with myself for not being able to name them.

Many an insect made its way along the ground , hurrying the way that insects do with some purpose yet to be understood and the butterflies , yes those butterflies . Their colours and numbers were immense and most spectacular in all their forms, and there is nothing here in old England that could possibly compare to the variety and beauty they exhibited.

The air was moist and very warm, I perspired much and found droplets forming themselves on my brow. Once again I mention this life giving river, for it was clear and refreshing and so very clean as if Paradise itself had formed itself here.

Walking along the bank between this expanse of river and this immense green growth, I suddenly perceived a wonderful and very personal experience. This very place in time gave me a sense of comfort and marvellous peace, such I had not known before. I was doing that for which I now feel that I was created for. Sitting here now with you I know myself to be some form of explorer , a traveller that has returned after some prolonged absence with a great longing to return to the very place that to me has become to very real .”

Johnson went on a great length to explain in detail much of what had occurred to him, drawing maps and indicating distances, a skill which he had acquired as an Officer. And had I not known him previously and had not listened to his explanatory introduction I would have had no doubt what so ever as to his having been there. He was a new man, expecting to resume his quest the moment the opportunity arose.

I lost touch with Johnson about ten years ago, not out neglect on my part but the withdrawal from ordinary society on his.

In fact much of his story told that night had quietly lingered in my memory and only recently I had cause to recall the times we spoke and in particular that very night.

I had been reading the Court Reports in the Times as was my custom and noticed an article having been placed there on behalf of the Coroner of the City of London , requesting public assistance in a rather unusual matter now being investigated by the Metropolitan Police and the Officers of the Coroner .

The article in the paper requested readers to turn their minds to a retired Officer of the British Army in India whose body had been found in what was described as unusual circumstances.

Thus I find myself writing these recollections of my time with Johnson not for the pleasure of it, but to assist in those inquiries that have apparently not just involved the Coroner but has had some impact on his former regiment and the Home Office.

It was stated that Johnson had died in his home, having been found in bed. He had not been socially active and had refrained from intercourse with society except when he was seen buying small items of food and at times very specialised tools for the making of maps and other such items. These activities having been dismissed as eccentricities on his part and always meeting his financial obligations to the tradesmen and others of their class kept the more curious at bay.

He had become a recluse from this world of men , sharing his life with no one and his large house contained all manner of books and artefacts’ that one might reasonably find in the home of any one that had travelled further from our shores then crossing the Channel .

Those that had come into contact with him described him as having the bearing of a man with worldly experience little affected by any impairment.

I have been informed by Inspector Thompson that I should be totally frank in my observations to the Coroner, for now that the Home Office was involved and his Army Records were to be made available to the Coroners Officers, there had been a level of unease felt by certain members of the establishment and bearing this in mind the Coroner himself had come under considerable pressure to see this matter dealt with in the most appropriate manner.

There will be some manner of Inquest into the ‘Death of Johnson’, as the law demands this but the Coroner does have some discretion as to what the media may learn in its turn.

Johnson had been found in bed, as I mentioned. Medical examination of his body showed clear signs of accidental drowning and yet the examination of the water found in his lungs have left the Royal Society somewhat perplexed, for the water having been analysed could not have come from our fair British Isles, being far too pure and giving other hints to those ‘Scientific’ minds attuned to the nature of water. Then, as Inspector Thompson has indicated and shown me a serious of photo graphs of ‘Johnsons’ body. Yes, it was he, the very face I remembered.

As for the number of apparent scars, healed injuries and a more recent wound to his thigh, I am unable to assist either the Police or the Coroner. The Army Medical Records having been provided have been of little service, for it is patently obvious that none of those injuries were acquired during his military career or any other publicly known activities prior to his death. This of course leaves the Coroner at some- what of a loss , as I am not a medical man myself I can only make assumptions as to the very nature of the causes that scarred his body so and as for his drowning ; that is clear and beyond dispute . How he happen to find himself in bed during that process will be open to conjecture.

I personally believe that he returned to his dream and fulfilled whatever ambition he had, returning only to his nightmare when his body demanded it. I recently chanced up a very old map of the ‘ Amazonian Basin ‘, some part of Brazil yet to be fully explored and there in this vast expanse of green coloured areas are lines of blue that indicate the presence of river courses that had been discovered by then . There was also a list of names appended there too and dates of discovery, though I have been told that many earlier names have been changed to appease local political sentiment.

There in the middle of a confusing number of rivers and streams is a little marked river bearing some unpronounceable Portuguese name , which upon inquiry had previously been known as ‘ Johnsons River ‘ , in honour of some alleged English ‘ Captain ‘ ( that term was widely used for those in command ) who had travelled into those regions many years before accompanied by both Portuguese and Spanish Soldiers of fortune who had decided to bury the religious hatched imposed on them by the ‘Pope’ concerning the New World.

Signed ……………..

Witnessed by Inspector Alfred Thompson ………………..

Scotland Yard, Metropolitan Police

London SW 1

St. James

Assisting the Coroner, The City of London in the year 1901.

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FOCUS on what matters

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FOCUS on what matters

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke, it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.’

The New Jerusalem does not lie on any map for it lies in the hearts of all men. It is not a place of external symbols, buildings and dogma but a state of mind that sees that there are no others, that there are no unworthy of love.

It does not require the possession of all things, the control of another. It requires good will to all of creation and respect for oneself and all others. Mankind is not the pinnacle of creation but a part of a complex universe. Conspicuous consumption and mindless living destroy all things.

The world has allowed itself to lose the way, to accept the moral compromise and the politically correct language that neuters debate.

The sociopath is pandered to as long as he runs multi nationals that bring share- holder returns , people are taught to turn the other cheek and remain victims to be exploited by those who makes choices to play hurtful mind games because they can. Being insecure in themselves they make all others insecure, living lies they force others to live lies and live in fear.

It is time to remove masks, to stand in the light and to make a difference. Be who you say you are; do not hide behind multiple identities degrading those that make an effort to be good human beings because you are what you are. No one will judge a weak man for being weak, for even weak men can learn, but they will judge the breach of trust and the betrayal.

Be a good father or mother, know what it takes to teach children to be good human beings in a World where there are no less worthy individuals and all can reach their own state of happiness. Be a brother to all, a friend to those when they are troubled. Share the journey of the road less travelled! Be gentle on yourself so that you will learn to be gentle on all things.

Do not pander to the mindless marketers of nightmares, take a stand to show that being ‘human’ is alright and that all well intentioned persons will know the threat created by the Predator that hides behind pseudo medical labels such as ‘Sociopath’ merely to mitigate the very deeds they commit. Such creatures are best avoided as they know no limits, seeking control of all things and yet have no desire to control themselves.

Let us stand together as One Human Family , making plans for peace and building friendships rather than arming ourselves for wars that profit few but leave a legacy of fear , hatred and plant the seeds for future Wars.

It is not my role to tell you what to think, but I encourage you to make an effort to think clearly and to take the time to reflect on all things that are done. Living a mindfully, paying attention to all those small details that make the quality of life for others better.

Not for the sake of being remembered, for that matters not. It matters only to leave no footprints and to leave a positive mark in this world for all of life is a memory. Seek to be remembered well, not the memory of one that caused untold harm on his personal journey. Be a decent human being… Only you can make that choice… focus, make a good choice.