A living thing

Mom told me once about a type of photography where after a living thing had died, in the case I am thinking, it was a leaf and though part was missing, in this type of photo it still appeared.

I was thinking about photographs of people and wondering if the trapped image was of anything but the body. Cause yesterday we talked about how after death a body seemed incomplete and different without it's spirit. Are photos frozen moments of a living thing or are they just images of the visible body? I sorta feel like more of an essence is captured in photos somehow, maybe that is why we "Smile at the camera" to capture emotional state, too because physical is somehow not enough to record a living thing.

Relativity

You know how a clean house losses significance when a child needs you? That's how it is with love.

Through the eyes of love

I don't know if it is what the author of the lyrics, "...looking through the eyes of love." But, I am drawn curiously to certain images and as I admired them, I started thinking. Hmmm maybe it is myself I am seeing. Because, I am.able to notice so much goodness and beauty that I must have. Simply because it is not me. Yesterday, I was asked to think of what I loved about myself and how we should love others as we love ourself. So, as I was thinking, "This is me." Only better. I thought maybe I love to look because I see love and love is the foundation for everything.

Man's purpose

It is not what t seems.

I will list examples:

A group of people thought their planet was saved from being "cultivated" by life-sucking aliens because they killed themselves before they got old enough to be desirable to their foe. It seemed logical, but truthfully it was just a means of population control so they would no become too large or spread colonization to areas not protected by a "shield".

In a blessing s man was blessed that he would go to the temple with his wife and children to be sealed forever. but she died and one child left the church. It could be assumed that this "blessing" had been a lie, or maybe it was wrong to assume his fate included the family that was present.

I could give more examples, but the children are demanding my attention, by their actions.

Can I handle it?

I was thinking about how intensely I can love, but that made me fearful. I remember a story where someone was able to feel a fraction of the love God had for a person whom they otherwise disliked, and afterwards they needed to rest because it is so physically taxing to love someone.

Next the thought of how David was truly strong and mighty, but he was defeated by love it was stronger than him.

So, the thought is both hopeful and fearful. The thought is am I ready for such a burden David couldn't handle it, and it sort of ruined his life. Jesus could handle it, but look what else he could handle.

Maybe, that is a reason why we fast so much. It is multifold ofcourse, but it is to test how much we can handle.

I sort of have this advantage in that I don't get emtional or weepy very easily. And I feel bad because when others claim to feel things so strongly, I feel nothing. I always believed it did more than make me a weirdo, but it gave me a huge advantage in that I would not be blinded by my emotions. Instead it caused problems when I admit to others of not feeling a similar connection.

It is delightful though cause I realized that no matter how much I love my kids, my Heavenly Father loves me more. Could I really be that loved by another? Wow. Does my own mother love me that much, too? It really increases my self worth to think about.

But, it still remains that I to not want to try if I am not sufficiently prepared. It is why we have spouses to practice loving and to have someone to focus our love on kind of like how a reactor must have somewhere to dump all the excessive energy to mainstain a stable output.

Whale brains?

I just learned that it was examined neurologically and the killer whale actually has an entire extra brain lobe when compared to human, which if you are reading this, you are.

I couldn't help but notice their increase in family awareness and spirituality and note that it is a matriarcal society. "But, what does it mean?" I ask in the words of Jack Skellington.

Definately, not yet

As I was looking at a photo, recalling things I had thought before, I could not, honestly feel so now. I do not think that I was wrong. I just have a lot of growing to do to get to a starting point of comfort or peace...