We are all the love we'll ever know

I was once told "We are all the love we'll ever know." 

There's nowhere else for it to come from. We are the intended receivers and by design the source. 

Foolish are those who wait for it to arrive from some unknown place. Selfish are those who seek to receive and never give. Entitled are those who assume they're owed. Sad are those who are passed by. Lucky are those who have found it truly. 

I was told we are all the love we'll ever know. It was a whisper on the wind. It was a warning to remember. It was a sentence to be pronounced. I write it now because it's a sentiment that is forgotten. 

All of us good and bad. We are it. There is no other place. There is no other source. Look to your pets that's artificial. Look to your idols they're ephemeral. Look to yourself. A good start but unsustainable. 

We are it. Me and you. Us and them. We are the true meaning of what lies just behind the smile. Just before the harm is done. Just before the pain starts. Although not the answer to everything. It was by design to be the answer to a lot of things. 

Somewhere in the millennia we truly lost the meaning of what it truly is. And then we sought to find it or wait on it from places it would never come. Much like throwing away the candy bar and eating the wrapper. 

A disaster happens and we rush to throw an arm and blanket around those affected. But every day a disaster happens and hundreds of thousands of millions are affected. We never even notice. Even though it's all of us. There will be no cosmic emergency response crew. We are it. 

There was a time I wouldn't hesitate to throw an arm or blanket. But now my arm too weak from the vitamin deficiency. The misconceptions, misunderstandings, missed moments have rendered my 1st responders incapable and uninterested. 

I'm not alone. But the refugee camps are filling. Into the streets, into the homes, into the nation's. Some take only to find what they prize cannot be taken. Some hoard only to find the excess goes sour. Some too focused on getting it only from their mommy's or daddy's well after the time of that source. There are those, of which I have been numbered, too lost in the fact that their sources were all false. 

My hypothesis is, this is the solution to the Fermi paradox. "Where are they all?" 

I submit that when a civilization gets sufficiently heavy it sheds its knowledge of its own source and thereby destroys itself long before it can make it out into the universe. This is us, somewhere in our twilight.. 

We are it. I could type it up. I could present it. Would I get the Nobel? Probably not. Most likely labeled a crackpot. On the evening news the mention would be  Mentally ill truck driver writes a Nobel paper. Titled, "We are all the love we'll ever know."

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Sigmund Freud once said. Chef Boyardee once cooked. Da Vinci once invented. Einstein once formulated. What does that have to do with me?

I once wrote.