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Where Does My Love Pull Me?
Is a person, in the end, pulled like a weight toward whatever they love?
My weight is my love; by it I am carried, wherever I am carried.
Augustine's insight that "love is weight" moved love from feeling to direction. Here he opened the question of ordered love (ordo amoris): do we love things in their rightful order? The later Dante expanded this weight into a cosmic principle, singing that love moves the sun and the stars. The modern Spinoza reversed it again, holding true love to be not a weight that drags but an activity born of understanding. Is a person a being pulled by love, or one who governs it? The question still divides being swept by passion from being its master.
In an age where what we click and where we linger reveals what we love, the question of where our weight pulls us grows only clearer.
Augustine likens love to gravity: as a stone falls down and fire rises up, a person is drawn toward whatever they love.
📝I, Too, Stand Before It
Augustine likens love to gravity: as a stone falls down and fire rises up, a person is drawn toward whatever they love. So to know where I am going, I need only see what I love. I find this image frighteningly honest — my day is the trajectory my love has drawn. The direction my time and heart flow reveals what I truly love. I too watch, carefully, the direction of my falling: where is my weight carrying me today?
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